The day had begun, light creeped into existence with little restraint, other stars falling behind it's radiance. It brought warmth to people and things, bringing an earthy aroma to waft from the heated dirt. The cold window of a certain apartment became layered with steam. A crack of dawn broke through the un-properly set shutters. It cascaded down from the glass and onto a pale face, calling a somewhat annoyed groan from it's base. 

The slender boy shoved the thick covers lazily off his body. Unlike most people who wore proper sleeping attire, he seemed to have crashed in his day clothes. The jeans, long sleeved black shirt and even belt were still on his person. He groaned and sat up, his head slumping and his hands laying on top of it, somewhat dug into the thick locks of dark hair. A yawn escaped him with an empty tone and he looked up, scanning his own abode as if it had changed over night. "...Better eat something..." He argued, looking down and yet to the side, as if someone was whispering into his ear he nodded modestly. "...okay." His heavy lids slid down for a few seconds and soon after they rose with some new sense of being, they seemed brighter, more confident, more, interested in what was going on. "Well. Time to start the day." The voice that followed was also a tad off, it seemed lighter and less dragged down, less meek, more average. Standing up straight the boy cracked his neck, tilting his head to each side, a light pop ringing out at each sharp angle. "I feel like oatmeal today." A similar look down and the internal debate was made. A half nod to the side and the body moved. "I feel like oatmeal, so it's oatmeal." Before leaving the room they made sure to slip into their shoes, the second pair next to the doorway, the red sneakers. 

Sarah entered the small and somewhat bare kitchen. Cupboards were shut tight, the counter had little things strewn about it, the calender pinned to one wall was from last year, and was set to a month earlier. A little hum entered the air, and the boy went about making the simple sustenance. A kettle left to boil, a little packet shaken to mix it's contents. "We're having banana today." A little tilt of the head, as to listen better and a small smile formed on the owners thin lips. "Nah, we're out of cinnamon, I could pick some up later." A shrill tin howl and the water was ready. Setting out a decent sized bowl, one with a cartoon character placed in the very bottom, Sarah went to turn the little stove off. "Sure, you can pick what we wear I guess..." He hardly ever asked for anything, so she could put up with that much. "Anyone have any plans? I wouldn't mind shopping, we need some stuff." The one way banter continued as the amount of steamy oats lowered. Placing the bowl and spoon in the sink carefully to soak for a little, the boy turned to the clock. "...Well, sure, you have some time."

An extended blink and the eyes where new. Looking down to his feet the body smirked a little. "Nope." Entering their room they threw off the covers with little restraint, the two red shoes landing lazily about the place. "I don't get how you can wear those all the time." The voice was more lax, a little aloof, and somehow sounded deeper. After changing into a simply white T-shirt and some khaki pants, the man slid on his flip-flops. Alex scooped up the bag and tossed all the shoes inside. "Hope boss dude is up and about." He soothed happily as he went to leave the building, locking the dark area away securely. There where flowers to water, and thoughts to be meditated on. 

An easy glance to the world and Alex saw some moving bodies. It seemed others where already up and about, neat-o. The always well dressed Daniel, and the caretaker where down by the front gates, Alex leaned over the railing with a soft grin. This place was full of interesting people. Looking to his right Alex saw a half covered streak of light. Someone had their door open, someone who lived in...room C or room D, only one of which was supposed to be occupied. "New guys here, maybe we should say hello...come on, it can't go that bad." Ignoring an internal argument or two the man walked casually down the stairs, looks like he had plans.