>>11755564>10% HYGIENE GET!After brushing your teeth because you somehow almost forgot to do that, you go down the hallway.
Curious, you take a peek into his room.
He's doing what he always does, on the computer, blank expression, wishing he wasn't here and you weren't the worst person in the world.
"Dammit.." you mumble. You decide not to talk to him, as that would only make the situation worse. You then sigh, that fucking twig guy, why is he so hard to understand?
He's just going to waste another day with his eyes on the screen and nobody physical there for him to talk to. You roll your eyes, already wishing he would just get up and leave.
You head downstairs, where the smell of fresh breakfast gets to you.
Normally her hair would be down these days, but in the mornings it's usually up in a bun to keep all that hair from getting into her cooking. Things have slowed down, no more supernatural shit to deal with, life is boring these days.
She's most likely pissed at you. She gave you a curfew (and another chance) and like always, you missed it. What now, tough guy? You have to face her again like you do every morning.
She's at the stove, working up those womanly charms.
She doesn't know you're nearby yet.
>Nice going drunkard, you missed another curfew. That makes another one for a total of five fuck-ups, one for each weekday.>How do you apologize this time? What do you do/say? 