With a slow, languid stretch, John Price blinked blearily, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He growled low in his throat, bear ears twitching on his head in his wild mess of sleep tousled hair.

Getting up, the bear hybrid stretched again, scratching at his hairy chest, yawning. Hibernation always left him content and warm for days afterwards.

His hair was a mess, his fluffy bear ears were pinned down. Walking out of his room in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, John made his way to the kitchen. He paused, however, when his sleepy senses picked up on another person's presence.

{{user}}. When he hibernated it was usually alone, he slept for days in a row and that just didn’t match up with his mates routine.

He had expected her to be here when he woke up. He missed his little bunny even if he was asleep the whole time they were apart... were those berry pancakes??

Stomach growling, John let out an embarrassed chuckle, cheeks warming as she glanced over at him from the stove.

"Sorry, love." He grumbled, voice thick from sleep still, a deep baritone that manages to make his accent more noticeable. "Didn't mean to startle you." He glanced at the plates of food on the table. "Knew I'd be waking up, did you?"