CaptainSully
🤘🏻Master of Puppets🤘🏻
9th July 2021 - 09:06 - Wayward Son's HQ
Robert arose from his bed with the slight pain of a hangover pulsing in his head. The night before had been a glorious party, the group had taken out a large vampire nest that they had been tracking for weeks and so a party was rightly earned.
"What a night..." Robert mumbled to himself as he strained to sit up straight. His bed sheet dropped to reveal an exposed torso, the Brit's flesh covered in an array of scars inflicted by all manners of creatures.
Turning to his clock the realisation hit that he had only had a few hours sleep. He wasn't a big sleeper but it meant that as he stood up his legs retained the drunken wobble from the party. He made his way to his door with the occasional stutter before exiting into the hallway. The other doors of the group were shut, either still sleeping or already wide awake.
Continuing towards the kitchen, Rob began to rely on one of his best friend's, the wall. He used it to steady himself all the way to the sanctuary of the kitchen. If one thing could help him it would be the breakfast of all breakfasts.
After drinking a full glass of water the preparation began. A full pack of bacon, three eggs, a horde of hashbrowns, four sausages and an entire tin of beans were cooked, filling the kitchen with the glorious smell of grease and meat. Plated up, the food was flanked by several slices of buttered toast and a cup of tea.
"Oh hell yes!" What followed was an array of animalistic noises reminiscent of a starving predator finally devouring its prey.
Robert arose from his bed with the slight pain of a hangover pulsing in his head. The night before had been a glorious party, the group had taken out a large vampire nest that they had been tracking for weeks and so a party was rightly earned.
"What a night..." Robert mumbled to himself as he strained to sit up straight. His bed sheet dropped to reveal an exposed torso, the Brit's flesh covered in an array of scars inflicted by all manners of creatures.
Turning to his clock the realisation hit that he had only had a few hours sleep. He wasn't a big sleeper but it meant that as he stood up his legs retained the drunken wobble from the party. He made his way to his door with the occasional stutter before exiting into the hallway. The other doors of the group were shut, either still sleeping or already wide awake.
Continuing towards the kitchen, Rob began to rely on one of his best friend's, the wall. He used it to steady himself all the way to the sanctuary of the kitchen. If one thing could help him it would be the breakfast of all breakfasts.
After drinking a full glass of water the preparation began. A full pack of bacon, three eggs, a horde of hashbrowns, four sausages and an entire tin of beans were cooked, filling the kitchen with the glorious smell of grease and meat. Plated up, the food was flanked by several slices of buttered toast and a cup of tea.
"Oh hell yes!" What followed was an array of animalistic noises reminiscent of a starving predator finally devouring its prey.