A confusing start

Rob's alarm had barely started ringing before he was out of bed and on his way to the kitchen to begin breakfast, he loved to make his friends happy and being the only morning person in the group he tended to take the direct route, through their mouths.

Today though, the routine was shattered by the presence of an already completed breakfast and a disheveled Mars sitting in the small kitchen/lounge area robotically eating her food with one hand.

"Oh, uh morning, didn't realize you were up already." Rob started making himself and Cassie a coffee, he'd need one to coax her out of her room if they wanted to leave before the heat **** of the universe.

Mars looked up at him suddenly,shock showing on her face, he hoped she wasn't angry or sick or something.

"I woke up early," she spoke, "had a weird dream and couldn't sleep afterwards." She paused for a bit. "You?"

"I slept well thanks, these beds don't feel homey yet but I'm sure with a hip and a hop It'll be all good." The percolator finished making the coffee so Rob busied himself making the coffee. "Say, what was the dream about?"

Mars took a strangely long time to answer, when Rob turned around to ask again, worried she hadn't heard she'd snuggled deeper into the couch, "something about some pharaoh's I think, can't remember much of it now."

"Ah ok, dreams be whack yo, lemme go wake up Cassie. Once more into the breach go I, the land no man nor beast treads lightly." The overly dramatic one made Mars giggle a little, he put that one in the cheering up people victory pile and entered Cassie's room.

Cassie was passed out on her bed, reading light still on, lying face-first on her number theory textbook, somehow contorting around the patches of graph paper lying on her bed.

Thankfully, she was fully clothed this time, an overlarge T-shirt covering all the important bits. It was always super embarrassing when he walked in on his friends naked. Not that they ever seemed bothered but he didn't want to be some creep or anything like that.

He brought the coffee to her head, giving her shoulders some gentle pokes.

"Wakie wakie, we have school 2 today." The slow retaliatory swipe was easily dodged, and the second coffee grab similarly averted, he started walking out the room as she got out of bed and placed her drink by her food. This was an old dance by now, long perfected.

Over the course of her morning brew she went from ****-froze-over-morning-zombie to mere grumpy-not-morning-person-but-awake-enough-to-think mode, and realized that the food she was eating wasn't the made with love healthy tasty combo but instead the super buttery compensation of an inexperienced cook.

"You make food M?"

Mars explained how she couldn't fall asleep and decided to make an early breakfast, she seemed off though she was blushing slightly, the fact it was even visible was a big pointer that something was off, and couldn't seem to sit still. Not in the bouncy anxious energy way that Rob did but more like she was uncomfortable. Hopefully she was not sick, Cassie decided to keep an eye on it.

Either way it was time to get ready for the day, and after everybody had finally finished showering (why Mars took so long to shower was anybodies guess but Cassie's was on her masturbating), and Rob had been reminded that you cant wear monochrome, even if they were literally just what was on top of the clean pile. How somebody so artistic could care so little for how they look was on Mars' list if the grand mysteries of life, Cassie merely assumed that it somehow stemmed from the fact that Rob was clearly weirdly self conscious of his body and was afraid to try and look good in case he failed. He could be hard to interpret like that sometimes.