*Waking up in the morning*

BEN Drowned: *Still somehow a little smiley, rubbing their eyes with their oversized hoodie sleeves, small bedhead, the face of purity* Good morning! Did you have a good sleep last night?

Jeff The Killer: *Will give a death glare at anyone passing by being too loud, drains coffee straight from the pot, hair looking like a porcupine, muttering curses underneath their breath* If it weren't for you, I'd shove a cheese grate up your ass."*