Breakfast sans pants.
Unsweetened oatmeal and water was hardly the most satisfying breakfast but at least it was better then nothing. Nawat had managed to find his cupboard that opened with the keycard. Who knows how the supplies were refilled, but they were, and while he wasn’t going to die from lack of nutrition he sure wasn’t getting anything extra.
It didn’t help that he hadn’t been able to find any towels after his shower, so after a good shake he’d walked in with nothing on at all into the communal kitchen. It didn’t bother him any, he was waiting for his long hair and skin to dry as he sat in one of the chairs and chowed down.














