Talon snapped awake at the familiar pinging sound. He groaned as he gave his laptop on the desk the stink eye. He was pretty sure he had turned that sucker off before snoozing. A quick glance at his alarm clock told him that he hadn't gotten his full 8 hours. Another groan escaped him and he rolled out of bed, grabbing his shirt from last night and slipping it back on. Clicking the mouse, he was immediately informed of why his computer hadn't shut down. He had gotten new updates overnight and it restarted itself. 

Raising his eyebrow at the blinking orange box, he decided to ignore the new message - at least until he had breakfast. 

Could it be important? Yea, sure it could. But, he reasoned with himself, he would be good to no one with little sleep and no food. With that, he took off down the stairs and into the kitchen. His dad looked up from the newspaper as the teenager ran to the fruit bowl and grabbed an apple. "Good Morning."

Talon recognized the slightly disapproving tone in the man's voice and looked up at the clock as he bit into the fruit. It was afternoon, and his old man preferred that Talon started his day during the morning hours- something he cites as being 'normal'

"Sorry dad, I overslept." he said, shrugging. 

For now, he would ignore his guardian and search through the kitchen. Drawers opened and closed, until finally he chose a granola bar, a bottle of water, and some water-flavoring. Yea, his dad also liked him having a 'normal' breakfast but Talon had an instant message to return to. Finishing up the apple, and tossing the core into the garbage, He gathered his other food items and trudged back up to his room. Maybe later he and his dad could do something to ease the mood a bit...

The thought faded though as he neared his laptop. Tossing the water and water flavor onto his bed, He swiveled his chair out and pulled up the chat window. He almost started eating again but stopped and frowned slightly as he read the message. 

Setting the granola bar down, his fingers ran over the keyboard in quick practiced strokes as her responded to her with some concern, "Yea? What's up? Bad morning...er...afternoon?"