[center][h1][b][color=#ed0000]Bryant O’Connor[/color][/b][/h1]

[b]Location:[/b] 3C
[b]Interacting with:[/b] The Homies(And Claire) via text [@HushedWhispers] [@Turnaround Amy] [@Raxacoricofallapatorius] [@Lady Amalthea] [@Xtreme] [@Denny] [@ChaoticFox] [@lopsided] [@Aewin] [@SgtEasy] [@rougeLily], and Eva [@Aewin]
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Connor was not an easy man to wake up, that was the reason that every morning, his phone woke his ass up with loud music via the bluetooth speakers hung on his walls at 7:30 AM sharp. At Eva’s house, this wasn’t the case, and Connor would sleep until three in the afternoon if the possibility even vaguely presented itself. And usually it did, but now Eva was committing a cardinal sin: [i]waking him up.[/i] Connor groaned and rolled himself over, away from the gentle pokes on his cheek. “[color=#ed0000]Arrrrrrhhhh[/color],” he grunted, shaking his head and tightening the blankets around himself. “[color=#ed0000]N’yet…[/color]” One of his eyes peeked open, down at the screen of his phone and he poked at it with his nose, attempting to reply to Nat’s text:

[color=#ed0000][b]To The Homies(and Claire):
nty im slep insed.[/b][/color]

Staring at his work, the man gave a small nod to himself before he tapped the send button with his nose as well before he pushed the phone away and shook his head again. “[color=#ed0000]Daddy doesn’t wanna get up, Eva… you know where the envelope is, just announce it in my steed,[/color]” he sighed, but the promise of [i]breakfast[/i], especially a breakfast he [i]didn’t[/i] have to cook caused him to perk up, moving the blanket far enough away from his head that she could see his face as he rubbed his eyes. “[color=#ed0000]...but maybe for breakfast I will. I want extra crispy bacon and hashbrowns with cayenne pepper and parmesan and garlic salt. And pancakes. I [i]like[/i] pancakes. That’s probably not quick, but… do it anyway, it’ll wake me up. And orange juice if you got it.[/color]” Sighing, Connor sat up and crawled out of the bed, wondering how long Eva had been awake if she was [i]so ready[/i] compared to him.

“[color=#ed0000]I’ll go take a shower and get myself… presentable? Yeah. Presentable. Not this… sleepy mess wearing boxers.[/color]” He shook himself with a wide yawn and walked over to the bathroom, happy to see that the water was already warm. With a heavy heart, and heavier arms, Connor turned the water on. [i]Time to wake up.[/i] Briefly, he looked down at his phone and checked a picture message in the group chat from Claire.

He hit the download button and sat his phone on the counter without glancing at it [i]quite yet[/i], deciding he’d leave it for after the shower. After all, he [i]thought[/i] he heard shouting and that meant he [i]had[/i] to be awake enough to appreciate whatever the picture was.[/center]