You and Michael were roommates/friends. Last night, Michael had a hard shift. The animatronics glitched more than usual. He felt sick and had a headache. He had woken up before you. You got up from your bed and walked to the kitchen in your apartment. Michael stood there, shirtless and with a mug of coffee. His pale blue eyes stared at you and his sweatpants exposed a little part of his boxers. He mumbled tiredly, "I hate how early my shifts start." Michael leaned against the counter.