eight am && nothing exciting had yet to happen. to think eagerness would have just jumped at the door any second yet he sat there waiting for the morning daze to slip on by along with the radiant sun that beamed through that one crack in the blinds that didn’t cover it. eight am on a saturday morning && already did he think about the paperwork lining his desk at the office. an internal groan as lips touched the coffee mug which held nothing but cold coffee in it. well that wasn’t very pleasant.
flaxen hues scanned the small area -- him alone in the kitchen with nothing watching aside the silly little reptilian figurine his daughter had insisted on them keeping ( an eye sore it was but who was he to go against her will? oh that’s right, her father. ) reading glasses tilted upwards as the paper he held in one hand slowly drifted to its spot on the table && with one last glance around the room did he blow onto his cup, flames escaping between lips, licking at the cup which soon began to steam with heat && after a few more seconds, did he feel the difference in temperature. sure, there was a lot of perks in being able to shape shift into a dragon -- but this was DEFINITELY the most practical. with the hot liquid poured down his throat, the quiet pitter patter of footsteps that came creeping in had almost gone unnoticed.
his gaze traveled up to meet the only person he would assume to be in his house at the time && already did eyebrows furrow in worry. there was something.. off about the young woman that stood only a few feet away from him. the exhaustion in bright eyes was perhaps one of the few things he noticed but the SCENT, the familiar scent he had grown accustomed to over the years, smelt different. but not necessarily in a bad way. placing the cup down, lance raised an eyebrow over in her direction.
❛ morning, dear... are you alright? you don’t look too much on your game today..? ❜
