[One of the few days that he woke up a little earlier than usual, he strolls down half asleep to the table with his own food. The smell of the pancakes are waking him up a little, and he's in a relatively good mood despite the fact that he's up. It's not like he needed to be anywhere today. He takes a seat next to Maxxie, yawning, jamming his fork into some sausage links.]
My back is seriously killing me. I couldn't sleep for any longer-! I think I slept in a weird position or something...
i decided this would be a better prompt
My back is seriously killing me. I couldn't sleep for any longer-! I think I slept in a weird position or something...
[Despite his good mood, he'll still complain.]