Snippet #2275448

The morning sun was shining through the crack in the curtains. Elliot who was slowly but surely: awakening from his slumber, was met the sudden brightness. It was unexpected and almost painful. He took a moment to close his eyes and gain a little more composure to fully awake himself. The stiffness of his joints and the television remote that must have fallen down the side during his sleep - digging into his thigh left Elliot wondering why he decided to fall asleep here instead of in the comforts of his own bed. Gathering his thoughts he remembered the people that he and his sister, Isabel had brought home last night, he began to think about the reasoning behind how he and Isabel had found them.. Before he had time to come up with a theory he was jolted up by the sound of dishes being moved.

He was now sitting upright and began to haul himself up to see what was going on. Walking the short distance towards the kitchen he turned the corner and caught a glimpse of honey blonde hair, expecting his sister to be dealing with the remains of the last few nights he was surprised at the idea of their guest cleaning up after them.

He straighted his hair, estimating where different parts should be and strided into the kitchen, he was met with the sight of Ian sat on chair leaning against the countertop and Lacianne on the other side. Elliot wondered if he had inturrupted something between the two, but instead of calling anything out he simply chirped a "Good Morning" which was returned by the pair. Elliot made a start on the coffee as he knew his sister, Isabel, would be dying for one as soon as she wakes up. He hoped that he sound of the kettle boling would allure her as he felt uncomfortable in the watch of Ian and Lacianne who gave off a rather intimidating vibe. However he decided that he can't have made a proper judgement before talking to the pair a little more. He turned back to where they were standing and hoped to strike a conversation - "How are you guys feeling" he asked with a smile in place.