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A mass of fiery bedhead, accented by an electric-yellow tee a size too large and a pair of (probably) pre-ripped jeans planted itself in the seat next to Charon, setting down a plate full of sugar and a cup full of caffeine. The monster raised its hands, and Andromeda finally appeared as she attempted to pull back her hair somewhat, though the amount of time her two teammates spent getting ready was about as long as she took protesting waking up by rolling around in bed. It was a futile effort, to say the least. She made an indignant [i]huff[/i], before rolling her eyes at Charon.

“[color=magenta]Oh [i]come on[/i], don’t be such a baby. It’s great.[/color]” she teased, her voice sounding more than a little rough. Andromeda paused for a moment, before looking up in apparent surprise at Ferris. “[color=magenta]Wait you’re [i]alive[/i]? I thought you’d be out for at least another like, day or something.[/color]”

Truth be told, it was amazing that Andromeda herself had made it before the two of them had finished eating, though that honestly had something to do with the fact that waffles were in short supply and today was going to be a [i]very[/i] busy day.

“[color=magenta]What’s with the sword, man?[/color]” She asked, before lowering her voice to a faux whisper, bleary eyes wide as she stared intently at Ferris, “[color=magenta]is stuff going down today?[/color]”

[@SuperCustodiam] [@Crimson Raven]