[stahn... on the other hand, hasn't even realized the presence of his own fox. he was awoken by the scent of the french toast cooking, the cinnamon aroma wafting into his room...
naturally, he's not thinking much of anything when he shuffles out of the room and into the kitchen with eyes barely open, hair disheveled, and donning only a pair of sweatpants.]
Mm... smells good... [he says tiredly, letting out a loud yawn. oops.]
we are 100% on time
naturally, he's not thinking much of anything when he shuffles out of the room and into the kitchen with eyes barely open, hair disheveled, and donning only a pair of sweatpants.]
Mm... smells good... [he says tiredly, letting out a loud yawn. oops.]