[center][color=Red][h3]Stefani Roche[/h3][/color]
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[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Most goddamn cosy apartment you've ever seen: AKA Apartment 30B, Faraday Heights
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Yuki [@Write] [/i][/center]

What better way to wake up than to the smell of freshly fried eggs and toast? It sure beat the hell out of her annoying alarm clock, that was for sure - and upon finally opening her eyes, Stef realised with a smile that Yuki had turned it back a few more minutes. What a sweetheart that woman was.

Turning the alarm off before the irritating buzz filled her ears, Stef sat up in her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Now fully awake, she could hear Yuki pottering about the flat; if she concentrated hard enough, Stef would even be able to hear Maggie's breathing next door... not that she wanted to do that. That's just creepy.

Draining her orange juice in a few gulps (Yuki had even remembered to get her the smooth stuff; in Stef's opinion, there was nothing worse than having little solid bits floating around your drink. Unless it was like chocolate chips in a milkshake, then she couldn't complain), her eggs and toast didn't last much longer after that.

[i][color=red]"Thank God I still like normal food. I think I'd off myself if all I could eat was blood."[/color][/i] Stef thought to herself as she stumbled out of bed, stifling a yawn as she ambled over to her door, tray in hand. By the sounds of things, Yuki must have been showered already - and with Maggie probably still asleep, that meant there'd be plenty of hot water left over for herself. 

[color=red]"Hey Yuki. Thanks for the eggs - you nailed 'em, as usual."[/color] Stef said with a sweet, grateful smile as she entered the living room; only just catching up Yuki's comment on the news. [color=red]"Who're the pricks? Is it something to do with the weather outside?"[/color] She asked as she began rinsing her dishes; with her messy hair and night-shirt, she probably looked like twelve or something. Not that she minded around Yuki, or even Maggie at that - there was no reason to fake things with them. [color=red]"Oh, and do I have time for a shower? I can wait until the evening, if you'd like to get to work before that snowstorm gets any worse."[/color] She offered in afterthought - Stef had peeked through her curtains before leaving her room; at first feeling a brief moment of joy at seeing all the snow before realising how gray the clouds were. A bit of snow was great - but not at the rate it was falling at. Thankfully the Tube wouldn't be affected by it all that much.


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[center][color=khaki][h3]Nicolas Black[/h3][/color]
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[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] 5631 Spruce Avenue
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: [s]Mr. Pissy-Fangs[/s] Rex - are the other two even awake yet?[/i][/center]

[color=khaki]"Ah, snow. Thank you Fae kind - my job just got a lot easier with that shit piling up on the ground."[/color] Were Nick's first words of the morning - said with a weary sigh as he peered outside his window. Pulling on jeans and deciding that would be enough attire for breakfast, Nick walked downstairs, running a hand through his unruly hair and pushing it back. It didn't seem like Nikita or Faron were awake just yet; a small victory, for now. It meant Nick had the kitchen to himself.
Well, once he fed Rex, that was.

[color=khaki]"Rex! Shut up, I know, I'm getting to it!"[/color] Nick whispered irritably to his cat, who was meowing loudly in his ear upon clawing his way up Nick's back to perch on his shoulders. Ignoring the grumbling that came from Rex, Nick poured some dry cat food into his bowl, then re-filling both Rex and Minnie's water bowls. There'd be no point in giving Minnie food as of yet - Rex, being the greedy little get he was, would eat both bowls.

[color=khaki]"Eat up, you furry little bastard."[/color] Nick muttered with a quick pet of Rex's head, before the cat leapt from his shoulders. Now, he could focus on his own breakfast. And his body was screaming for pig, as usual.

Throwing some bacon rashers and sausages into a popping frying pan, Nick flicked the old TV that sat on the kitchen counter on to the news. He wasn't pleased with what he saw.

First of all, the mention of Nick Bloodfang - bad enough that he shared the guy's name, but they were both Werewolves. Not that Nick liked to pin himself up alongside most Wolves. Secondly, was the news that he had been killed. By "Mortal First". What a pisstake.

[color=khaki]"Son of a bitch..."[/color] He swore quietly, scowling at the television. [color=khaki]"Banning Werewolves and Vampires? If it were only that easy..."[/color] Turning the TV to mute, Nick added eggs, mushrooms and tomatoes to the frying pan, before adding some toast to the side and a mug of tea as a finishing touch. A perfect breakfast. Shame the morning didn't hold as many good things about it, so far.
Sitting down with his piled up plate at the table, Nick perched upon one chair, feet resting lazily on the seat opposite him as he ate.