Leon had been snoring peacefully in his warm bed, but of course that didn't last long. Laci interpreted his slumber, forcing Leon to get up. He yawned loudly, stretching up as he walked over to his dresser, seeing the long sleeves of the shirt he'd been sleeping in had been pushed up, revealing the scars he'd inflected on himself so long ago. He pulled out his paint slathered jeans and long sleeved t-shirt. He knew that they were supposed to leave in a few hours, but that didn't mean than he couldn't finish up a project he'd been working on. Leon slipped out his door, silently walking towards his art studio, trying his best not to wake anyone else up, hey he was just courteous like that. He could see Laci dancing in the studio next to his, smiling widely. Not only was this house a miracle sent from heaven, Leon was so lucky to have a roommate he actually liked.
He entered his messy studio, smiling as he walked past his other projects to reach his current project. It was just a painting he was doing for some lady who offered to pay him for his work. Leon only worked for a few moments, loosing focus on the canvas before him. He walked out of his studio, walking towards Charlotte's room. He suddenly stopped, he wasn't going towards her room, no, not at all, why would he? He walked towards the kitchen, grabbing the sketch pad he'd left there the night before. Leo looked back to his previous sketches, a few of them containing Charlotte. She seemed to be his latest muse, all his artwork seemed better and he was more creative as of late. Not that he'd ever tell her that to her, no need to inflate her ego. Leon sighed, rubbing his neck, he was rather confused as to were they were in a relationship, he hated her of course, but he sort of liked her. It was futile, trying to figure it out, he just opened his sketch book to a new page, drawing the room around him as he plopped down on the comfy sofa, waiting for the others to come downstairs.
Riley woke up with a long yawn, stretching slightly and... knocking over a glass of water? He looked to the tipped over glass with sleepy eyes. He shook his head, taking the cup downstairs, still in his pajamas, a plain grey shirt and navy boxers. Riley smiled as he saw Beth cooking in the kitchen, "Nice try Bethy." he grinned, placing the cup in the sink. He whistled lowly to himself as he walked around the kitchen towards Beth, looking over her shoulder to the pancakes she was making. "Yum, but aren't we having brunch later? Seems like you're trying to fatten me up so I won't be the prettiest in the house." He half joked, grinning. What could he say, he was proud of his body, he wouldn't lie. "I'll go wake the children up." he smiled, walking back up the stairs, entering Jake's room first, "Hey Jakey, Wakey Wakey... oh that rhymed." he grinned, "Beth's making breakfast, if you want any." He left the room shortly, knowing there would be no convincing him if he didn't want to get up. He moved on to Claire's room, silently walking in. He'd always been secretly protective over the girl, but never told her, unsure of just how she would react. Riley hesitantly walked into the room, he was always sort of cautious around her, only playfully teasing most the time. "Hey Claire, you awake?" he squatted down to be eye level, "Sleeping beauty, time to wake up to your prince." he teased, grinning, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.