Bleary eyed and confused, Harland Akris gradually regained consciousness, facedown and basking in the amplified warmth of the day, which was seemingly ever-present in his grandmother's rooftop greenhouse. Knowing this, he had moved his mattress about two years prior, and had taken to letting the strong smell of Granny's herbs and spices lull him to sleep.

A gentle rapping against the nearby greenish-black tinted glass caught his attention, and Harland looked up to see Granny snoozing in her rickety old rocking chair. She had clearly meant to bring him some breakfast. She had also clearly been struck by a case of the munchies, as there was hardly a crumb on the tray that sat across her lap.

Standing up and stretching with a groan, the young man staggered through the rows of planters and, swiping a small handful of dried [i]semilanceata[/i] from a drying rack as he passed by, made his way towards the door.

Popping the small mushrooms into his mouth he rounded the outside of the greenhouse and bent down to wake up his grandmother - pausing as he noticed the envelope that sat on her breakfast tray, slightly splattered with old juice and flecked with stale breadcrumbs. It was addressed to him.

[color=green][b]"Oh?"[/b][/color] He wondered aloud, picking up the envelope and scanning the message within. [color=green][b]"Oh... Oh!"[/b][/color]

Quickly running back to his mattress, Harland grabbed a few things, jumped into his walking around clothes, stuffed a few more things into the pockets of said clothes, and then brought his blanket out and draped it over Granny.

[color=green][b]"Off to expand the business Gran!"[/b][/color] He called, once he was halfway down the stairs.

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Panting and trying to get his pupils just a tad less dilated, Harland jogged up to Charcoal's place. There was someone official-looking there already (as his letter had suggested there might be) and Harland took a moment to compose himself before approaching further.

Breathing under control? Check.

Hair neat-ish? Check.

Post-mushroom giddiness in check? Not check. [color=green][I]Ah, whatever.[/I][/color]

[color=green][b]"Hey there!"[/b][/color] Harland called, his voice sounding a bit more excited than was necessarily cool. Fortunately, it served to make him seem invested in the looming task itself, rather than just high.