Antlered punk
Punk Rock Loser
Scott
Scott was no way in hot hell was an early riser, but soon as he shifting a bit a familiar scent of food hit his nose. Following by the unessacary amount of ligh hitting his eyes from an open curtain. With a long groan he sat up rubbing his eyes. Shuffling arund he found some cut ff dickies and changed out the plaid bottoms to some shorts. Still not putting a shirt on.
First stop the bathroom half assing it all the way including his hair. Just simply brushing it out of his eyes as, he slumped all the way down still shirtless. Giving a sleepy smile. "Mornin"