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Connor always got up early in the dark hours of the morning where the sun had yet to rise and the mist from the sea still lingered who was waiting to be dispelled by the morning rays. The schedule was quite normal for him and wasn't natural for him to start his schedule this early, starting his day with brewing the coffee as he set the machine onto the counter and listened to the noises of it starting up. As the coffee was being made, he didn't wait for the pot to be topped off as he filled a mug and quickly downed it before getting himself dressed for his morning run. Setting himself out of the house before anyone (sane) would be up at this time and locked the door behind him before he began to make his rounds around the neighborhood.

By the time he got back, it would had burned an hour before he got back as the morning sun decided to peek over the horizon as it began tackling the cold morning after he was done with his running. Exiting the cold chill as he entered his house, and listened to the silence of everyone sleeping for the most part. He knew that his son had come home late this morning from the security logs that tracked the opening and closing of the entry ways into the house and suspected he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. Not to mention this isn't the first time that it happened before as he could recount the incident but would be a headache to handle that he wasn't ready to take. He had other things to worry about this morning as his own daughter was coming for breakfast along with his other son who've he's heard little about both. It was a shame, that the older your children grew that they seemed to get even more distant than ever until you were merely an afterthought.

He had suspected this, went through it, and now was experiencing it himself with his own children who held so many things secret about their lives. Of course, though as long they gave a call once in a while then it would be fine on their end but he himself had to keep tabs on his own children to make sure they were okay. His skills as a stalker would make him top-class should he ever fall into such a deprived state, as he dug straight into his children's personal lives without them even knowing. With social media, he picked up way too many things he didn't know at times through it and other times somethings he didn't want to know or see. However, this didn't correctly substitute for human connection which quite sadden him but of course, he never showed it, his own kids had things to worry about their own lives and adding more wouldn't help. All he could hope for was that he raised them to fit in and survive in the world that was harsh and unrelenting in its ways.
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But, worrying about ideas and stray thoughts like these was the reason Connor didn't like daydreaming as it often lead to unpleasantness that could be occupied by doing something more productive. Shaking the thoughts out of his head as he dried himself off in the shower that he almost forget that he was in, getting himself dressed for the event later this morning. It seemed futile as he once again got lost in his subconscious which was an easy thing for him to do. With working as an option, a relatively poor one considering the situation, but was often an outlet to ignoring the problems of the world and he drowned in his work silently. That was what he would do, had it been a normal morning but with both Jay and Gina coming to the house for breakfast meant that he would need to break out the pots and pans... Looking at the clock, it was around 7:40 which would be the perfect time to start cooking as it would take more or less an hour to finish everything,  so he should get started now. 

He burned through the morning, as dishes would being taken out and pans were being used as a variety of food was being cooked. For Connor it wasn't hard cooking for everyone who was coming over, the struggle remained with the fact that he needed to limit what he cooked so that they wouldn't have to throw it away later. He always had a penance for overcooking for everyone and had leftovers all the time, but it also served as lunch for the kids back in the day and everyone else was wanted something to be packed. It wouldn't be a surprise to anyone that there had been a feast waiting to be eaten that was covered up which was waiting for everyone to arrive before cooling itself down.
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The first to surprisingly get there first was Forrest who he expected to be knocked out by now and Linus, his nephew who was staying over for a bit. A pleasant boy but relatively unimpressive, but that shouldn't be held against him, he was only ten and still had a lot more growing to do. Watching the incident unfold itself, Connor stepped in and smiled at the nervous boy "Ah- don't worry about him Linus, I made some breakfast if you want to have some. Here can you help me set the table with plates and utensil, that would be great before everyone else is coming over! Your older cousins will be here soon you know?" He said warmly as he brought the ten-year-old over to the cabinets and revealed where the plates were at along with the drawers for the utensils before giving a sharp look at Forrest. Walking over to the teenager who smelled like alcohol despite his new clothing which only earned a mental sigh and only an assumption about what the crappy face that Forrest had was about.

"It's in the cabinet but we are starting to get low. Can you buy some more for us the next time you're out?" He simply said to the teenager who would simply either buy the pills or suffer a headache the next time he got hung over and they ran out of pills. "However, it be easier to avoid simply getting hungover you know?" Connor said to Forrest who should be smart enough to at least avoid having a terrible experience like that, even at his age Connor knew a few ways to go around that trouble in the morning... "Just help me get some cups and juice to the table alright? You can take a few after you have eaten." He simply commented as he walked down one of the halls "Also, your brother and sister are coming soon as well. If you want to get more decent, you can." Connor said to his son before he disappeared upstairs apparently getting more ready than he previously was.
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