Grant
Whilst lounging on the couch, Grant has drowsily succumb to closing his eyes as he waited the allotted five minutes and not a second longer. His hands rest behind his head, acting as makeshift pillows, keeping in mind that he had stolen all the couch pillows for his own bed, and his legs stretched out taking up most of the large, L-shaped couch. He was quite content at the moment, the thought of caffeine and bacon soon entering his system caused a small, subtle smile to brandish the drummers features.
Finally, there was some response to his shrill whistle. As the sound of footsteps entered the room, Grant peeked open one eye at first, lazily. Liylah. Stretching and swinging his legs off the couch and onto the floor, Grant made room for the band's guitarist as he rested his elbows on his knees.
"Kay, Mom."
The dark haired male could only smirk and roll his eyes playfully at the girl. "Actually, I prefer 'Grant-pa'." He retorted to her sarcasm before flicking his blue eyes to his wrist and subsequently the time. Did he want her to go get coffee. After a moment of pondering, Grant looked back up and simultaneously rolled his shoulders back in a shrug and shook his head casually. "No thanks, Li. They've got T-minus three minutes and forty-four seconds. I'll survive until then." He leaned back and spared a glance at the remaining band members doors that had yet to shown their faces in the living room. " 'Sides, whoever's not ready by then, I'm throwing over my shoulder and carrying them downstairs." With a quick lopsided grin, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Excited to meet Kitty Cat Ghost Town?" He asked. Kitty Cat, Calico. Same thing right? Either way, that's what Grant had come accustom to calling them.