Imagine a room completely covered in darkness, any light blocked out by thick curtains that are pushed as far together as possible so that not even the tiniest sliver of illumination can infiltrate the fortress of sleep. This would be the state of the room in which one man with wild brown hair and a fondness for drink sleeps at the moment, nothing but a mass under a mess of blankets. The only thing which reveals him to still be living is the steady movement of breathing which brings the blanket pile up and down, as well as the soft snoring noise that almost resembles thunder. The man only really snores when he has been drinking, strangely enough, or at least that can be believed, though there haven't exactly been plenty of chances to test otherwise- he has not gone to bed sober for the entirety of the week which he has lived on this bizarre island of colorful personalities and quickly evolving friendships and relationships. As far as his own relationships go, for the most part they have been forged using alcohol as shady glue and bottles to make a colored-glass structure. After all, no one really is very fond of James unless he is drunk, for when sober he is hardly the most sociable man on the island. Though considered part of the groupof people who parade around as better than others, the man is really only like that when drunk. Otherwise, he is a grumpy recluse who would honestly rather people just leave him alone to read or sleep. Usually the latter, as one must sleep off hangovers eventually. He would be perfectly happy to sleep all day and party all night, were it not for that blasted roommate of his, the constantly cheerful and rarely intelligent Preston. James refuses to acknowledge Pooh as a nickname for him, because he cannot fathom why someone would ever choose shit as a nickname by choice. It's just stupid.
It is because of that roommate that he is awake now when he'd rather not be, and the throbbing headache that greets him like a familiar and bitter lover keeps the man from getting back to that precious sleep he had just been experiencing. "Damnit. Whatever, I'll just go for a morning drink," he mutters to himself, standing up and stumbling forward slightly before regaining his balance. The man eventually makes it to the shower and rids himself, temporarily, of the pungent scent of alcohol that clings to his being like some noxious gas. After becoming somewhat proper, putting on a pair of dark skinny jeans, a shirt which is not buttoned up all the way and a black suit jacket, the man makes his way slowly down the stairs until reaching his goal- a bottle of rum stashed in the freezer and hidden in an ice cream carton. Shouldn't have to hide my liquor like it is some sort of crime, he thinks bitterly, though the act is taken because Preston had thrown out the last bottle he had left out, claiming that he was trying to help. A long swig of the drink helps to fog the man's mind up a bit, enough to get him through a breakfast somewhere before he makes his way to his usual station as a bum drinking alcohol in his house or at the harbor. Sliding on sunglasses and a pair of shoes, James takes another drink and leaves for breakfast.
Casey doesn't actually get a decent chance to say anything before the sound of the door opening turns Rapunzel's attention away from him, and one of the people mentioned comes into the kitchen with a trademark look of hungry on his ever-innocent face. Her face breaks out into a big smile at nearly the same time as Pooh's, who exclaims their names before running over and wrapping Rapunzel up in a brief hug. The two are very close friends, probably each other's best friends on the island, at least to Rapunzel, and so she is not at all bothered by the fact that he had simply stormed into their house uninvited. Such actions are completely characteristic of Pooh, who had probably followed his nose to discover what remained of Aurora's scrumptious cooking. Rapunzel can't help but laugh as the boy quickly pushes everything that is left onto his plate. She finishes washing the last dish and puts it into the cupboard -she finds it much faster than using the dishwasher, and likes to keep constantly busy- before responding to his question. Pooh is already stuffing his face, eating the breakfast as though it were going to disappear after a set amount of time if he didn't cram it down his throat in time to save it. "Well, Casey was going to go to the beach to look for sea glass, and I was thinking of tagging along," she explains cheerfully, wondering if she would perhaps run into Naomi along the way. Just in case, she reminds herself to put a bathing suit on under some sort of clothing, so that they can have some sort of splashing fight. Well, she'll likely throw water at Pooh, as well, so she would need to put on something more hydrophobic anyway.
"Actually, we were also planning on going to visit you. You should come with us," Rapunzel suggests, energetically pushing through and by now simply assuming that Casey will be okay with her going along for the glass-searching plans for the day. The young woman is already, once more, sick of standing still, and so kind of dances over back to the table and squats down so that her elbows are against the surface, propping up her head. "So are we set? I can go change." With that, she darts upstairs, rinses off, and changes into a bathing suit and sundress. All of that takes maybe five minutes, but she stops to brush her hair until it is silky smooth, which takes another five. Altogether, it is ten minutes before she is sliding down the stair rails once more.