Robert awoke to a blinding light directly on his face, the sunlight cutting through the gap between the drab curtains. He let out a soft groan, always been one of those people who struggled to get back to sleep once they had woken up. He turned to see Chris and Michael both unconscious, the elder brother with a stream of drool running down his pillow. Shuffling out of bed Rob's stomach decided it was time for breakfast, letting out a monstrous roar. He felt his entire body shake at his body openly cried out for nourishment. He scoured the floor, still trying to regain his vision after being blinded by the sunlight. The familiar feeling of a shirt underneath his foot let him now he had found his pile of clothes from the previous day.

[i]Breakfast, shower and then wake up these two...[/i]

Leaning over to the bedside table he picked up his phone and headphones, putting them into his ears. He cranked up the volume and put on one of his mixed playlists, although the majority of it was heavy metal. He wasn't always into it but something in him changed as he got older that made the heavy bass, ear shredding riffs and unholy vocals touch his soul. As he left the room he found himself nodding along to the beat.

The corridor wasn't the biggest, he had to turn his shoulder as a young couple left their room with their bags, seemingly in so much of a rush that they didn't even want breakfast. The wallpaper wasn't to his taste and at some places it was started to peel away from the wall, but he didn't mind, he was getting more than what he had paid for. He realised that more than anything when he arrived at the dining room. There was a large buffet at the far side that sent out the smell of freshly cooked bacon, teasing its way up his nostrils.

[I]Jesus...cannot wait...[/i]

He had not been a fan of the american style of bacon, much preferring that of his native country, but it had started to grow on him. Still, in a straight up choice he would always go with his nans grease riddled rashers every time. He spotted several people sat about the place, catching glimpse of a woman trying to stealthily clean the handles of her cutlery. The way she carried herself was a clear sign of someone who was pretty uncomfortable with her surroundings. He shrugged his shoulders and continued on towards the buffet, banging his head harder as the next [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGJfO3P4s04]song[/url] kicked in.

Robert was greeted by a variety of different foods but there was only one plan for him. Picking up his plate he began to stack a mountain of bacon and sausage, before smothering them all in in baked beans. He topped the almost volcano like mound with several hashbrowns before taking a seat on the table across from the OCD suffering girl. He caught a glimpse of her again as he sat down, seeing the pleasure across her face as she took her first mouthful of food. He quickly turned his gaze back to his own sustenance and dove in. As he chewed he still nodded his head, getting lost in the sound of the music. So much so that he had started to hum along and occasionally banging out a beat on the table. He wasn't intentionally trying to annoy anyone, music was the only thing that kept away the memory of losing his girlfriend.