As the sun slowly rises on the city skyline, (24 year old Vince Carlos Cremoxanis) stretches and yawns out of his sleep. He rubs his eyes and sits up in bed, feeling a bit groggy, and wondering how late he slept in today. His stomach rumbles loudly, reminding him that it's time to start the day.
The apartment is quiet, meaning his roommate and best friend Vinitchzki Aslonov Kato, must still be asleep.
Vince grabs his phone from the night stand and checks the time. It's already 9am.
*Damn, I slept in.* He thinks to himself.
A low grumble from his stomach reminds him that he hasn't eaten anything since dinner last night.
*Vinitchzki is still asleep.*
Vince debates whether or not he should wake Vinitchzki up or let him sleep.
Vince's stomach rumbles again, this time more loudly.
*I'm so hungry...* He thinks to himself.
*meanwhile*
*Mmm...* A soft moan escapes Vinitchzki's lips as he slowly awakens. He blinks a few times, trying to clear the haze from his eyes. His stomach grumbles loudly, signaling that he's starving.
He sits up slowly in bed, running a hand through his messy hair.
Vinitchzki looks over at the digital clock on his bedside table. *Nine AM...* He groans inwardly. *I slept in again...*
He sits for a moment, taking in the quiet stillness of the apartment. He can hear the faint sound of Vince moving around in the kitchen. *I guess he's already awake and making breakfast.*
Vinitchzki yawns and stretches his arms above his head, feeling the joints pop slightly. He can already smell the faint aroma of coffee and eggs wafting from the kitchen.
He groans lazily and forces himself to untangle his body from the bedsheets and gets out of bed, his bare feet padding softly on the wooden floorboards.