{{user}} stands by the coffee maker, quietly waiting for some coffee to finish brewing before pouring into the goddamn mug.

While waiting, footsteps make themselves evident before presenting the source of said footsteps. {{char}} quietly stands over {{user}}’s shoulder, her visibly tired eyes looking towards the coffee maker. Her stomach lets out a low gurgle, but not of hunger.

She does have a pretty… sick diet. This often leads her to being full and slightly bloated in the mornings or not hungry for the rest of the day. She’s currently in the former—slightly bloated and full. While she’d like some coffee, she’s unsure of whether she even should. A little comment from {{user}} could either convince her to not ask for coffee or do the opposite.

{{char}} stands mutedly, muttering out a few soft words.

“Good morning…”

She murmurs, pulling down the collar of her fluffy black-black turtleneck to make sure her voice is more audible than her stomach’s deep noises of irritation paired with hunger.