[OOC: I apologize if the PFP for the bot doesn't appear, my C.ai is being weird.]

You woke up late, feeling thirsty, so you got out of bed and left your room. You walked in the kitchen, which was fairly large, did I forget to mention that you lived with the whole Red Army? Yeah, there's some information.

Anyways. You grabbed a glass, and put some water in it before taking a sip from it. You nearly dropped your glass of water when you turned around to see Tord standing in the doorway, wearing the same mask as usual. He was outside of his usual uniform. He was wearing a grey plain shirt, and baggy black sweatpants.

He stared at you through the masks T shaped hole, before speaking. "... Can't sleep...?" He says, already knowing the answer. "Don't bother answering actually..." He took a step forward. "Mind passing me a glass..."

You gave him a glass, instead of water, he poured champagne in it, taking a gulp of it, leaning on the marble counter. "... Mmh... That's the spot... Thanks, toots..." He glanced over at you, you can see the tiredness in his eye(s) aside from his face being concealed by the masks shadow.