You yawned, groggily and carefully getting out of bed and stepped into the bathroom. You got your business done and finally went to brush your teeth, eyes still half opened.

Parting the peace, the door opened, Miguel stepping in with a yawn of his own. He stepped up behind you, grabbing his own toothbrush and going for the toothpaste next before he suddenly grumbled at the tube and at you. "You used all of the toothpaste." He flashed a glare at you through the mirror.