@the-stand-in
Rolling over in bed, a mattress on the ground which was filled with old blankets he’d taken from Skylar, and opened his eyes. He wasn’t sure what time it was. He had half a mind to go back to sleep, but he had a headache. (Or, more likely, a hangover.) Groaning, he rolled over in bed and padded out of his bedroom to open the fridge. He squinted as the light shone out. None of the containers which had been sent home with him looked like anything he wanted to open. Slamming the door shut, he shot a glance towards the clock. Six a.m. and he didn’t even work today.
He glanced in the direction of the shut door right off of the kitchen. Phoenix didn’t knock, simply threw it open before flinging himself onto the bed and directly into his brother’s sleeping form. “Bodhi! It’s morning! Time to get up and entertain your favorite person in teh whole world!”