[ It is not-so-early morning. There's no real reason for him to be up, since he doesn't have anywhere to be today, but he never has anywhere to be nowadays and ever since moving in together with Zura he often just goes to bed whenever Zura does.
But waking up is still a long process and he's still sort of half asleep and blinking blearily into space when he steps into the kitchen.
And stops in the doorway, staring at what looks to be a very beautiful lady sitting right in his kitchen. There's no reason a beautiful lady should be sitting in his kitchen. Were this back home, he'd assume it was a client, but he hasn't started up his business here (yet). So what the hell is happening, exactly?
Then, she speaks, and the way she says his name is awfully familiar, along with that very blank expression on his face and-- ]
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But waking up is still a long process and he's still sort of half asleep and blinking blearily into space when he steps into the kitchen.
And stops in the doorway, staring at what looks to be a very beautiful lady sitting right in his kitchen. There's no reason a beautiful lady should be sitting in his kitchen. Were this back home, he'd assume it was a client, but he hasn't started up his business here (yet). So what the hell is happening, exactly?
Then, she speaks, and the way she says his name is awfully familiar, along with that very blank expression on his face and-- ]