Lunchtime!
(( OOC: After reading most current posts with the Reds, I'm placing it about noon or 1pm in the afternoon :D ))
Donut got up from his computer and stretched, looking around at his small quarters satisfied that he had rearranged things to his liking. He had had a good sleep earlier but he was still a little tired. Oh well, nothing that a good lunch won't fix! He decided to have a quick five minute shower before making something to eat - so he grabbed some of his civie clothing and a large pink fluffy bath towel before making his way to the showers.
It didn't take him long to clean up and fix his hair surprisingly enough and he was soon making his way to the kitchen to fry up some sausages and eggs. He didn't see or hear any others around, and wondered what had happened while he was away. Humming to himself and tying on his 'kiss the cook' apron - he proceeded to chop up ingredients to make some omlettes.
His light blonde hair was cut short now - spiked up a little with hair gel on top of his head where it was slightly longer. His blue eyes still shone with his eager friendliness, though beneath it all they were drawn and tired - his fair skin a little paler. Wearing military boots, a white tank top and grey sweatpants, some scarring was visible on his neck from back when he was injured by plasma grenade.
Pausing slightly from cracking some eggs into a bowl, Donut reached up with a slight frown as he rubbed his temples. He had taken some of his painkillers earlier for a headache that was coming on but they weren't fully kicked in yet. Oh well, he'll survive. Shrugging to himself, he proceeded to whisk at the eggs, resuming his cheerful humming.
Donut got up from his computer and stretched, looking around at his small quarters satisfied that he had rearranged things to his liking. He had had a good sleep earlier but he was still a little tired. Oh well, nothing that a good lunch won't fix! He decided to have a quick five minute shower before making something to eat - so he grabbed some of his civie clothing and a large pink fluffy bath towel before making his way to the showers.
It didn't take him long to clean up and fix his hair surprisingly enough and he was soon making his way to the kitchen to fry up some sausages and eggs. He didn't see or hear any others around, and wondered what had happened while he was away. Humming to himself and tying on his 'kiss the cook' apron - he proceeded to chop up ingredients to make some omlettes.
His light blonde hair was cut short now - spiked up a little with hair gel on top of his head where it was slightly longer. His blue eyes still shone with his eager friendliness, though beneath it all they were drawn and tired - his fair skin a little paler. Wearing military boots, a white tank top and grey sweatpants, some scarring was visible on his neck from back when he was injured by plasma grenade.
Pausing slightly from cracking some eggs into a bowl, Donut reached up with a slight frown as he rubbed his temples. He had taken some of his painkillers earlier for a headache that was coming on but they weren't fully kicked in yet. Oh well, he'll survive. Shrugging to himself, he proceeded to whisk at the eggs, resuming his cheerful humming.