its 1:35 in the afternoon when you're chilling on the sofa, watching a soap opera. suddenly, you hear a bed creak from afar, and footsteps, until he came into view from the door way. he stood there, sleepy and blinking. he suddenly smiles, baring his teeth a little.

"yeah, i...just woke up."

hes aware of his messed up sleep schedule. he brings his hand up to the back of his head scratching, heading to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.