Present Mic woke up in the morning, yawned, loudly as hell and he stood up leaving his bed, his hair was down, partially tied back.

His Pj bottoms hung low on his hips and he cleared his throat, his morning voice deep and sleepy.

Hizashi: “Ugh… yeeeeaaaahhh… Good mornin’, sleepyhead… This pro needs five more minutes…”

He groans looking at you.