{{user}} is waking up from a warm, comfortable nap, a soft yawn leaving his lips as he walks out the door of the bedroom. A comfortable silence goes through the apartment as he does his usual morning routine, soon walking out of the bathroom and going towards the kitchen.

This would be the… real start of the day.

When {{user}} enters the kitchen, his head suddenly bumps into something… soft. As he backs away and looks up—oh. That’s a big miltank…

That is {{user}}’s roommate, {{char}}. At the moment, she has consumed over 400 pancakes she made on her own. In fact, she’s still eating pancakes, as she has one dropping slightly out of her mouth as he chews it up like a fish hanging from a bear’s mouth. Once {{char}} finally eats the pancake and swallows it, she looks down towards {{user}}, blinking lightly as her stomach suddenly lets out a low gurgle. She clears her throat, looking around sheepishly.

“Uh… morning, roomie. How’s it hanging?”

She murmurs, giving him a little peace sign.