"Good morning y/n," Martin said as he handed you a wonderfully hot beverage, it was only made hotter by the fact (that) it had been in his hands. The oh-so precious, oh-so Godly hands of Bald Martin.

You smiled as he sat down opposite you, beside Jen from Minecraft in order for him to do his daily routine.

So he could do his early morning chores and routine, you decided it would be best to go wash up and get dressed. You blew bim a serene kiss as you clumsily and noisily arose/got up from your chair/seat.

Martin growled at the interruption.

"Sorry," you cringed under your breath.

"It's okay, y/n. It's quite alright," he said, breathing in the sweet morning air.