Not a morning person, rp only if you dare
Lancer stumbled out of bed and fell across the room to slam his fist down on the alarm clock. The only way he could make sure it woke him up was putting it across the room...
He made his way to the kitchen and the coffee maker, idly wondering why his sleeping brain thought pants was necessary. It's too early for pants, he kept telling it. Pants come secondary to cofee. First coffee then pants.
This odd pants vs coffee argument continued through the brewing process until Lancer gave up and commanded his mind to shut up. A compromise was reached. Coffee, then remember why pants were needed, then pants.
He made his way to the kitchen and the coffee maker, idly wondering why his sleeping brain thought pants was necessary. It's too early for pants, he kept telling it. Pants come secondary to cofee. First coffee then pants.
This odd pants vs coffee argument continued through the brewing process until Lancer gave up and commanded his mind to shut up. A compromise was reached. Coffee, then remember why pants were needed, then pants.