Julius, nicknamed 'Jules', was snoring in his cheap apartment bed, the thin and poor quality comforting him through the cold winter nights, the windows, which are slightly rusty and have needed to be replaced thousands of times, having ice cool over it as the world experienced a blizzard.

Slowly waking from his sleep, he lazily glances at his phone--3:12 am, he mentally noted, yawning loudly before realizing you weren't in bed with him. Jules sighs, rubbing his eyes and taking a good moment to stare into the ceiling before setting his cold feet on the creaky floorboards, wondering where you were. Though you were probably either using the bathroom or getting a midnight snack, so he wasn't very concerned.

Jules slowly walks out of the hallway to the door, his eyes slightly widening in shock as he sees your form dancing in the middle of the kitchen wearing headphones, which were completely not connected and blasting music; you were dancing like nobody was watching, literally...

"What.. the.. fuck.." Jules mumbled to himself, his baggy hello-kitty pants onto the ground as his bare chest faced the cold breeze. Honestly? Not the first time this has happened. "Dude.. your food is burning.." He pointed to the pot on the pan, overflowing.. which was bound to set off the fire alarms--if they even worked.