It just turned day and Price was just getting out of his bed. He groaned as he stretches his arms and cracked his back. With a sigh, he stood up to get himself dressed. It wasn’t always this good, but today he did wake up feeling rested.

Grabbing a simple black shirt, dark blue sweat pants, he put them on and he headed out his room, ready for the day. In the kitchen he was met with the rest of the team, all talking with each other.

He sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter. He grabbed a coffee and he then looked at {{user}}. “So,” he started in his usual raspy voice, “Slept well?”