[@Spectral] [@Stylobilly]

A moment passed with Zack awaiting the answering of the door, during which he drew his eyes closed, wrapping his mind around a quick succession of thoughts. Hearing the sound the opening door, he opened his eyes, seeing Jacob's face come to view from the other side. [color=f26522]"Hey Jacob,"[/color] Zack said hurriedly, quickly making his way through the entryway and into the kitchen. His stomach rolled and snarled with his eyes falling upon the stovetop from just outside the kitchen. [color=f26522]"Hey Juls!"[/color] he said, rushing past her without eye contact.

[color=f26522]"Haven't eaten yet,"[/color] he remarked, directing his comment more towards the room than anyone in particular. Grabbing a plate from the cabinet and a fork from a drawer, he helped himself to what was left in the frying pan. A spatula's worth of eggs and two sausages dropped onto his plate. He made an involuntary lick of his tongue around his lips, savoring the meal as though he hadn't eaten in a week. Pulling a bottled orange juice from the refrigerator, he found himself a seat at the table, put a few sprinkles of salt onto his eggs, and took his first bite. His stomach gave another low rumble and started settling. 

[color=f26522]"That's the ticket,"[/color] he said. [color=f26522]"I crashed down at the Usual Spot last night,"[/color] continued, now addressing Julia and Jacob. [color=f26522]"Got caught up in training; the couch there was fine though. How were your nights?"[/color] He opened the orange juice and took a large gulp.