Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2601:647:4000:5CE0:6888:6CC8:AEB3:8417-20191208233553/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:8173:1152:E311:493A-20191228031618

(Yeah.)

Iyasu slid out of bed as sunlight filtered through the open window of his house. He fumbled around for his glasses for a few moments before putting them on. He looked in a mirror. Geez, his hair looked like crap.

He tied up his silver hair and left the room. Yes, he is wearing the same clothes from yesterday. The shirt with the bloody, torn sleeve? Yeah. That’s the one. He backtracked and changed into a loose white t-shirt before leaving the room once again.

Iyasu opened up the door to where the others were sleeping. “Y’all get up and make your own breakfast. I’m not your mom.” He called out before heading into the kitchen and making scrambled eggs and bacon. For himself, naturally.

-Loki