33 Apocalypse Ave., Thursday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Waking up early, Ronan slipped out of bed -- being careful not to wake the other occupants -- slipped on some pyjama pants and a t-shirt, and opened and closed the door as quietly as possible as he left the room.

Coffee first, he thought, and then he might as well get started on breakfast.

[For the housemates! Or anyone else who wants to call/drop by/whatever.]

Comments

[not_a_whiner]

Well, Kaidan's head was pounding - he was really hoping that whatever the others had been up to last night hadn't triggered another migraine attack. And... that was as far as he wanted to go with that train of thought. What they did was their, uh, business.

Though he was kind of wondering if maybe he was intruding by having moved in in the first place.

None of which were things he said out loud as he came downstairs that morning, eyed Ronan, considered starting a conversation in about three different ways, and settled on...

"Coffee?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Coffee."

Emma, most people start with 'hello' or other such niceties in the morning.

[bitten_notshy]

"Morning," Jack said, looking cheerful and more than a bit smug. He'd showered and dressed before he came down; the entire household might know with intimate precision how he'd spent his evening, but damned if he saw reason to make it yet more obvious.