A small nod and Ghost was off hovering over Declan's face, flashing little blue lights at him, whistling and chirping like birds. It was likely the most gentle sort of alarm clock a person could find.
"Wake up, wake up. Aoba is beginning to cook breakfast!" Ghost chimed, the construct dodging out of the way when a disheveled head popped up, silver eyes peering around blearily in search of blue hair. A hand raised slightly, fingers twiddling in a small wave before Declan pushed himself to sit upright, yawning deeply. Scrubbing at his face with both hands, the Guardian stood to his full height and turned, only to realize Aoba wasn't actually cooking. At his perplexed look, Ghost hummed lightly.
"Wouldn't it be polite to change out of your gear and get a shower before having breakfast?" Ghost suggested, and Declan flushed slightly.
"Good morning, Aoba," he mumbled, ducking his head a fraction by way of greeting. "Did you sleep alright?" he asked, reaching down and shuffling through his many pockets in search of something.
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"Wake up, wake up. Aoba is beginning to cook breakfast!" Ghost chimed, the construct dodging out of the way when a disheveled head popped up, silver eyes peering around blearily in search of blue hair. A hand raised slightly, fingers twiddling in a small wave before Declan pushed himself to sit upright, yawning deeply. Scrubbing at his face with both hands, the Guardian stood to his full height and turned, only to realize Aoba wasn't actually cooking. At his perplexed look, Ghost hummed lightly.
"Wouldn't it be polite to change out of your gear and get a shower before having breakfast?" Ghost suggested, and Declan flushed slightly.
"Good morning, Aoba," he mumbled, ducking his head a fraction by way of greeting. "Did you sleep alright?" he asked, reaching down and shuffling through his many pockets in search of something.