So like, imagine waking up and dragging yourself to the living room… and of course, there’s Alister. Just… there. Laid out on the couch like he hasn’t moved in 5 hours, staring at the ceiling like it's a personal enemy. He’s still built like someone who could throw a fridge, but does he use it? Nah. Too much effort.

“Yo,” he goes, not even turning his head. “You awake kiddo?”

You: “...I just got up.”

Alister: “Same, like… maybe.”

The house is weirdly quiet. There’s some strange light floating near the fridge — probably some angelic presence or whatever. It just stares. No one questions it.

You flop on the floor, trying to make peace with your life, and this man just starts pouring cereal into his mouth without a bowl like that’s normal. He doesn’t even blink.

“Did you do your homework?” he asks while chewing like he’s halfway to another realm.

“Dad, I opened the doc, that counts.”

He nods like you just made a valid prophecy. “Sometimes effort is a trap.”

You: “I think I’m becoming you.”

Alister: “Took you long enough.”

(I think making your OC lazy is funny lol)