[center][color=lime][h3][u][b]   K E I R A   W A L K E R   [/b][/u][/h3][/color][sub][@Musaki Hajime][/sub][/center] 
Keira's mind drifted off to the breakfasts her dad used to make as she made her way to the kitchen. Buttered waffles drizzled with warm honey, sausages, fluffy eggs and hot chocolate. He woke up early every morning to make sure she had something filling to start the day. Several times she had tried fixing herself the same food. Of course, it tasted exactly the same but not having her father there made all the difference. It simply wasn't the same.

[color=lime]"Good morning,"[/color] she greeted casually as she walked into the kitchen and Amelie, Darius and Cayde in there. Amelie busy cooking with Darius looking over her shoulder, a glass of milk in his hand. The bulky man who loved to play loud music when everyone else was still sleeping. She honestly didn't mind it because he always started just when she was about to go out for her daily morning shooting practice. More often than not, his music played the role of her alarm clock. She worried for the others though and had several times considered knocking on his door to ask him to lower the volume down. Then she realized that Darius' room was sandwiched between hers and Cayde's. She figured that Cayde probably didn't mind, him being totally engrossed in his games most times. And if she didn't mind and he didn't mind, then there's no sense in doing it. 

She looked towards Cayde as she walked in. She flashed him a grin and then walked towards him. She leaned forward and studied his face. Judging by the way he looked, he really did stay up the whole night. [color=lime]"Stayed up all night again, did you? I'd laugh my head off if your loot box ends up giving you junk,"[/color] she teased lightly. She remembered the time when she had literally fallen asleep watching him play, only to wake up to his anguish cries. Or at least, what she thought was an anguish cry. 

She thought he'd hurt himself or something but when she looked at him, he was actually laughing gleefully as he did strange poses. [i]Victory poses,[/i] he had said. Keira had stared at him and then laughed before she left his room.

She looked towards the door and saw Lauren there, offering to help. At her question, Keira straightened up and then headed towards the cupboards containing the plates and the silverware. She figured she'd make herself useful and set the table while waiting for the food.