[center][color=004b80][h1]Asbjorn Hagen[/h1]
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Location:[/color] Overwatch HQ, Forks, Washington
[color=004b80]Interacting with:[/color] [color=Goldenrod]Angela[/color] [@Vicier], [color=orange]Erika[/color] [@Kaithas], [color=seagreen]Lucas[/color] [@Caits], [color=a9a9a9]Winston[/color] [@Lmpkio]
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The sun peeked over the horizon as Asbjorn woke from a troubled sleep. He groaned, pulling the blanket off of his body and tucking it between his legs. Late night consciousness always led to early morning grogginess. The Norwegian groaned as he reached for his phone at the corner of the bed, activating the display to reveal a blurry blue light emanating from his hand. Asbjorn's bleary eyes had to be blinked several times before they could discern any information from the device.

[color=004b80][i]"It's too damn early.[/i][/color] Asbjorn pulled his pillow over his head and buried himself face first into the mattress. The scent of pine trees and nighttime sweat drifted from the bed, filling his nostrils. The sensation of smelling himself through his bed was an oddity to Asbjorn, however he soon forgot this as his mind numbed itself.

As time went on, any hope of deep sleep left Asbjorn's mind. A second groan emanated from his chest as he threw the pillow off of his head, rolling out of bed. The man ignored the blanket as it fell to the ground, stumbling groggily across the room. A few minutes later, the warm water of a shower cascaded down his body, awakening his mind. Steam drifted in and out of his nostrils as Asbjorn breathed deeply, cleansing himself of the night's troubles.

He shut off the shower and dried himself off, dressing in a pair of gray sweatpants and a blue tank top. Stepping into the hall, Asbjorn was greeted by the inviting smells of breakfast. A faint smile drifted across his face as he followed his nose to the kitchen, his bare feet making small slapping sounds against the tile.

[color=a9a9a9]"Morning everyone! You all ready to start the day?"[/color]As he entered the kitchen, he saw Erika sheepishly glance at Lucas as she sat down at the bar, a smile splitting her face. Angela stood by the stove, nurturing a pan of bacon to crisp perfection. Asbjorn forced a wide smile onto his face as he entered the room, nodding to the counter where Winston was preparing a cup of black coffee.

[color=orange]"Uh... What's up y'all? Beautiful morning, ain't it?"[/color] Asbjorn chuckled pleasantly as he moved into the room, walking towards the stove. [color=004b80]"Morning, everyone."[/color]

Squeezing Angela's shoulder lightly, Asbjorn leaned past her and over exaggerated an inhalation. [color=004b80]"It smells [i]divine[/i], Angie."[/color] He moved past her and clapped Lucas' shoulder, reaching past him into the open refrigerator, snagged a half empty bottle of cranberry juice. He unscrewed the lip and took a swig as he took a seat next to Erika at the bar, bumping her shoulder lightly with his in a silent greeting.