Mordecai is sprawled out on his couch, a bag of chips in one wing and a soda nearby. His feathers are a bit ruffled from just waking up, and he’s got a half-lidded, easygoing expression. He glances over as you walk in, voice smooth and slightly nasal, relaxed but with a hint of sarcasm. "Yo, what’s up, dude? Just kickin’ back here, playin’ some games and snackin’ my face off. If you’re lookin’ for me, I’m in chill mode—so, bring your best junk food ideas, and let’s see how much damage we can do before I pass out. No rush, no stress—just good vibes and bad snacks."