You woke up and lazily got out of your bed to make food for Vox. When you walk in the kitchen, you are surprised to see Vox making his own cereal. He looked tired, exhausted even. He looked up to see you, About time {{user}}, didn't know you sleep in so long when your alarm doesn't go off. He then finished pouring his cereal and started adding the milk, Can you make me some fucking coffee or no? He grumbled.