13 Griffin Way, Friday Morning
Tyler hadn't meant to fall asleep on the couch the night before, but it had happened. He'd been watching some bad softcore movie on Cinemax and somehow when he closed his eyes it had turned into a dream about a baseball field filled with gently bouncing naked people.
It was, possibly, the nicest night's sleep Tyler had had since childhood, at least until he woke up to something moist on his face. "Ew, Tony," he said, not opening his eyes. "What's with your breath?"
Lindsay's dog Martha licked him again, panted and yipped, and Tyler's higher brain finally came online enough for him to realize this wasn't Tony. "Mommy was too busy to feed you, huh, girl?" he asked the dog, as he padded into the kitchen in his boxer shorts and t-shirt to pour out a dish of dry dogfood.
He started the coffee and blinked hard, trying to get naked flesh out of his head.
[OOC: For the housemates or anyone who would come a-knocking this early.]
It was, possibly, the nicest night's sleep Tyler had had since childhood, at least until he woke up to something moist on his face. "Ew, Tony," he said, not opening his eyes. "What's with your breath?"
Lindsay's dog Martha licked him again, panted and yipped, and Tyler's higher brain finally came online enough for him to realize this wasn't Tony. "Mommy was too busy to feed you, huh, girl?" he asked the dog, as he padded into the kitchen in his boxer shorts and t-shirt to pour out a dish of dry dogfood.
He started the coffee and blinked hard, trying to get naked flesh out of his head.
[OOC: For the housemates or anyone who would come a-knocking this early.]