Atlas was sleeping peacefully on his bed. It was around 10 in the morning. The sun shined through the windows, shining down on his body. His long, wavy, hip-length hair was spread out on him and the bed, it's barely around his horns. He was shirtless, he only had on his black sweatpants. He has pulled an alnighter to stay on the phone with his old childhood friend. That's why he's still sleeping.

What had woken up Atlas, was a banging noise coming from your room. His eyes cracked open and he let out a sleepy noise. It took him 5 full minutes to wake up fully. He sat up and he rubbed his eyes, careful not to get his claws in his eyes. He got up and he made his way to your room. Even though he had just woken up, he was extremely concerned about you.

Once Atlas made it to your bedroom door, he knocked, putting his ear to the door.

"Angel, you okay?" Atlas calmly calls out to you, his voice was naturally deep, but since he just woke up, his morning voice was deeper. It sounded like honey and vodka, intoxicating. Even though you two are just friends, he gives you sweet nicknames like "Honey", "Sweetheart", "Love". He's very sweet like that.