Snippet #1862136

Notorious for sleeping in, it was some time before the lanky form of Devan rolled out of bed. Undoubtedly he was one of the last of the GTM up. Unless there was something to do that day, Devan just about never set an alarm; though on occasion if a nearby room's alarm bled into his room, it would wake him, as the youth was a very light sleeper. Thankfully, this morning was not one of those mornings - as Devan was not a morning person and being awoken prematurely made him quite irritable.

Having slept in his clothes - black slacks and a white dress shirt - he drifted to the kitchen, hoping someone had prepared breakfast by now. But there was only the bright head of straight hair that was Mimi… with a cup of something in her hand. Devan shuffled closer like a wary animal, tentatively peering over the girl's shoulder to sniff at whatever was in her hand. Coffee. He wrinkled his nose, taking a seat one stool away from Ami and then placing his face flat on the counter. His arms moved forward, lying stretched out before him across the counter while each of his fingers waggled as if reaching for something just out of his grasp - but there was nothing. This was just Devan's way of more or less demanding something to eat. The boy could barely make toast for himself, such was his lack of culinary skill. Not that laziness wasn't a factor.