As predicted, he was up late. Again. Not enough to miss his afternoon lectures but enough where his morning wasted away unproductively as he unconsciously drooled onto his pillows and knotted pile of bedspreads. Mishka was never the early-bird type, not unless he deliberately pulled an all-nighter and waited until the morning hours rolled around. Without waiting to see if his roommate was within the vicinity Mishka pulled on a navy wife-beater and a pair of grey sweats over his boxers, then padded out of his bedroom to head towards the unit's single bathroom. "I'm taking up the bathroom" he called out tiredly. If Amber was present then this was both a last-minute warning in case she needed to use the toilet and an unspoken plea for her not to use the water. He'd already learned the hard way just how cold it could get if one of the sinks were turned on. Mishka turned on the shower and closed the door.