The shuffling of a body was the first thing to rouse John from uneasy sleep. The frigid air came and kicked him awake, causing a grumble to escape his lips and his eyes to creak open. Blearily he moved his head around in an effort to identify the culprit of his awakening, blinking the sleep from his eyes before focusing on the silhouette of Mariska. The next couple of moments were dedicated to working the stiffness out of his body, joints popping and muscles straining as they stretched after good deal of hours in the same uncomfortable position. With a final yawn John was able to stand up and face the day, "Yay." was all he could think to himself as he shuffled to his room, giving a Mariska a half hearted wave as he did so.
Careful not to wake Mordred, if he was even here, John entered his room and began to switch of yesterdays work close for something new. Where Mariska's room was mostly clean, Johns room was mostly a chaotic mess to the outside eye. Most of the room was dominated by the bed large bed and art desk. The bed was a mess of blankets and comforters, almost never made as a personal choice, it had seen better days and it was high time he got a new one. Tossing his clothes on the messy bed, john dug through his closet to find an acceptable outfit for work. black t-shirt, red flannel, and dark blue jeans. With a hair tie to bring his hair into a tight pony, John was ready for the day. Taking a moment to rid his mouth the affliction of morning breath, John strolled into the kitchen and began weighing his options for breakfast. "What's the on your mind? Not usually breaking out the sass this early in the morning." John said, head still in the fridge before picking out a package of sausage links. John felt like he wasn't going to like the news either way, so why not start the day of with some pancakes?
With that he started the sausages before busting out the easy make pancake mix, not the best mix on the market but nothing some cinnamon and vanilla couldn't fix.
