TLC /Lottie and Pegasus/
A yawn escaped his mouth as he rolled over, burying is face in the pillow once more. He'd recently (well, in an official sense anyway) acquired a room that didn't come with the added bonus of 'mate' tacked on. He really hadn't seen much of his roommate anyway, but now he could put stuff where ever he wanted, plush have company when he wanted it as well. Over all, it was a rather plus. But that didn't mean he didn't still have to get out of the bed. With one more groan, he managed to extract himself from the tangle of covers, dragging himself over to the door of the room. It was about that time his stomach seemed to give an angry rattle to show who was the boss. "Shut up, you little monster. I'll feed you," he muttered, slipping the key into the pocket of his jeans. They were rumpled and creased from his sleep in them last night, but he'd only managed to discard the shirt he wore before going to bed. He'd get one when he come back with his breakfast and morning coffee.
The halls of the ship were empty at the time, which was fine with him because mornings did nothing to help his people skills at all. He only really woke up around noon. He ambled down the hall a bit more blinking to try and rouse himself more. What finally actually didn't he trick of waking him was a collision with another body, who happened to be carrying something hot, which was immediately drawn to his bare chest.
"Holy mother of of Zeus, shit!" he cried, desperately wanting to plaster some ice or something on his skin. He felt harsh words start to come up, but he quelled them immediately at the sight of a pretty blonde girl he had never met before. She looked equal parts amused and concerned, and maybe a little bit miffed over having lost what she was carrying. "I just- ouch."