Foster slowly opened his eyes, feeling his mood soured so early in the morning. The dream that he had last night quickly faded away from his memory, but his mood didn't particularly improve, "Urgh, this is pissing me off..." He groaned at the fact that he couldn't even remember what annoyed him like that all the whilst he quickly got dressed. Looking outside, it seemed like they still had a little bit of time until they had to head off to the guild.
But even then, there was something else to take care of. Foster walked over toward his bed, and lightly kicked the shin of the man that was sleeping in it, "Wake up."
With a flinch, both from pain and from surprise at suddenly being woken, Octer shot up, and looked at his friend, "Foster? What are you doing in my room?"
