[color=0054a6]Zacary Yoxall[/color]

Zac was just as jolted as his roommate when his alarm went off. Having forgot to turn it off, he had jumped almost out of his skin when his alarm went off. When Albert opened his eyes to look at Zac, he would have seen him balancing on one foot, one hand resting on top of his clock and the other holding the spatula that was still underneath the pancake resting on his hotplate.

Hearing Albert, he looks over his shoulder and smiles sheepishly. [color=0054a6]"Yeah,"[/color] he says. [color=0054a6]"Sorry about that. I guess it slipped my mind when I woke up."[/color] Righting himself, he turns back to his hotplate and asks, [color=0054a6]"So, hungry? I'm making chocolate-chip and peanut butter pancakes."[/color] Looking over his shoulder, he adds, [color=0054a6]"Oh, you can call me 'Zac', by the way."[/color]