Oh what a beautiful morning!! - OTA

[hunt_the_devil]

Everything is just hunky-dory. The sky is a pastel shade of blue, the air is cool but fresh, it feels so good that you want to breathe in deep just to clear your head and up in the sky there are no more than a few wispy clouds. John knows right then and there that today, was going to be a good day

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[angelica_jinx]

Scratchy sheets and a thin spring mattress, did not a pleasant Angel make. She was too much of a sensory junkie to not feel every spring digging into her pressure points to not spend the whole night tossing and turning. Just like in Russia, she was sure she'd get used to it but for now the red head was looking rough.

It wasn't even just the dark smudges under her eyes. Until she got a little caffeine in her system, her hair stayed in the same floppy, messy bun she slept in while she burrowed into her oversized hoody and sipped the bitter coffee she did her best to dilute with sugar. Oh, she'd be sock bun perfection when it was time for formation but at breakfast Angel looked a hot mess.

[hunt_the_devil]

Setting into the seat opposite Angel John took pitty on the young woman and slid over his plate of hot buttered toast as some sort of 'sorry you had to get out of bed this morning' peace offering. So accustom to the early mornings was John that he really wasn't bothered by the demands and constraints of the camp. He'd lived by the military rules far longer than most of the other members and although he'd gotten used to the freedom he also knew how fickle Stryker or the other military representative could be.

"You alright there Angel?" John sipped at his equally bitter coffee, wondering why was it that no place seemed capable of spending just a little bit more on the decent stuff. At least the food wasn't bad and the portions were reasonable. As for the rooms? Well John had slept in tents and far worse so the beds weren't that much of a bother.

[angelica_jinx]

If it weren't so early, that toast would have looked and smelled amazing but it took a few hours for her tummy to adjust and eating anything solid would just make her nauseous the rest of the morning. Angel forced a little smile but shook her head. "Thanks anyway. I'm fine. Just a little tired. Why? Do I look really bad?" She asked patting down the rat's nest that was her hair before giving up and pulling her hood up.

"I don't usually go into public like this. I just really needed some coffee, you know?"

[hunt_the_devil]

"Naw, not really bad just... you look tired." Which was a polite way of saying that Angel looked like she had gone tend rounds with Mike Tyson the Bed and lost. Every single one. He's never be so rude as to say that though and he did so hate confrontation or anything stressful.

Smiling John pulled the plate of toast back over to himself and tucked into his food, chewing carefully and swallowing his mouthful before speaking up. "How are you settlin' in?"

Trust John to want to check up on the welfare of the team, mood calming and soothing as he watched her carefully.