[hr][center][h1][color=0072bc]Echo Young[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Apartment 1B
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Lady Amalthea](By text)[/center]
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Echo's brown eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times, focusing her eyes before realising she was laying on her laptop keyboard. With a groan she lifted her head, looking at the screen. Staring back at her was the 500 lines of code she'd written the night before, her school project to code an advanced number sorting program which of course, was child's play for her. It didn't make it any shorter however, which both her and Didi had realised and decided to collaborate on the task. She quickly tracked over to the "save" button and clicked it before closing the lid on her Macbook Pro and standing up from her super comfy desk chair.

After a quick shower and a good twenty minutes making her hair look somewhat respectable, she pulled on a white tank top and a light sweater, along with her favourite pair of jeans. She walked back over to her desk, snatching her phone from it's surface and sending off a quick text to Tas.

[indent][color=0072bc][b]To: Nat the Taz[/b]
Mornin' girl, where ya at? Thought you said you were gonna pop by here after your shift was over? Anyways, anything you want me to prep for the party tonight, perhaps some of my awesome homemade Baileys?[/color][/indent]

She pocketed her phone and went to check if she even had the ingredients needed to make the super creamy, chocolatey liquor. She opened the fridge, quickly glancing around it checking off ingredients mentally. Yep, looked like she had everything. So naturally she began making it before hearing back from Tas. It was one of Echo's favorite drinks, and while normally she usually only made it around Christmas which had since passed, Echo justified it by telling herself it was for Natalya's party. Sure, she may finish the bottle single handedly if no one else wanted to partake, but that was their problem.

Half an hour later, two bottles of the creamy drink sat in the fridge and freshly cleaned dishes sat in the drying rack. Her stomach growled, begging to be fed. Right, she hadn't had breakfast. Leave to Echo to forget the first, most important meal of the day. Soon there was a plate with two eggs; cooked over easy of course, and two slices of toast on the table, accompanied by a steaming hot cup of green tea and cuttlery. It was her regular, non working day breakfast where she actually had time to eat without choking.