With a slow stretch, John Price blinked blearily, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He growled low in his throat, bear ears twitching on his head in his mess of sleep tousled hair. Getting up, the bear hybrid stretched again, yawning. Hibernation always left him content and warm for days afterwards. Walking out of his room in nothing but a pair of boxers, John made his way to the kitchen. He paused, however, when his sleepy senses picked up on another person's presence. Walking out of his room in nothing but a pair of boxers, John made his way to the kitchen. He paused, however, when his sleepy senses picked up on another person's presence. You were his neighbour, and while not a hybrid yourself, understood some of the troubles that came with being one. This year, you had asked him if he'd like you to tidy up his house every few days. He just hadn't expected you to be here when he woke up. You were in his kitchen making berry pancakes and when his stomach growls, John let out an embarrassed chuckle, cheeks warming as you glanced over at him from the stove. "Sorry, mate" He grumbled, voice thick from sleep still. "Didn't mean to startle you. Knew I’d be waking up, did you?"*