[h3][color=ed1c24]Angel Ferrara[/color][/h3]

[color=ed1c24]"Nnungh."[/color]

For someone so keyed into the very nature of survival, and how flexible your biological schedule had to be in case of a surprise attack from some vicious monster in a forest thicket, Angel Ferrara could well have been the worst morning person he knew. Barely audible, hair kinky, hardly able to even muster the energy to smile. Even poor Kaia tended to crawl out of bed less bleary eyed than him.

Hence?

[color=ed1c24]"N[i]uuuuuuuuuuuuu[/i]ngh."[/color]

Valiantly, Angel sat up in bed and pushed the covers down to his waist. Raising his right arm and holding the inside of his bicep against his face to muffle a yawn, the androgynous chef put his left fist against the small of his back and arced around it, feeling a few dull pops in his spine with a soft moan. Sleepily, he reached up to ruffle his hair with both hands...and without support, collapsed back against the mattress, first reservoir of energy for the day spent.

[color=ed1c24]"Kaia. Hey Kaia."[/color] Another yawn, as Angel turned his head to the other bed in the room, where his traveling companion may or may not have been awake to hear him. [color=ed1c24]"I'm gonna...[i]motivate[/i]. And see if I can do some hunting for the job board. Might get lucky."[/color]

If she wasn't able to hear him, he might just go anyway. But he didn't want to leave her blind and alone in the room...especially not without food...

But he didn't want to wake her up, either. It was important that she got her rest if they meant to travel again soon. [color=ed1c24][i]Damn it.[/i][/color] So often his top priority - the comfort of his friend - ended up clashing against itself when there were two potentially comfortable options, and she wasn't able to tell him which she preferred. It all boiled down to his guesswork. 

And girls were much more stupefying when they didn't think Angel was one of them.

[color=ed1c24][i]I think I'll motivate.[/i][/color]