How Are You Today?

Another Generic Morning

☕ Fuckin' hell...

A cinnamon-haired lad grumbled to himself as he entered, closing the door behind him. The same cup of coffee, which was still somewhat unfinished, and his MacBook laptop folded under his arm remained, of course. He was in a brown sweater and Prussian blue sweatpants, as well as that he wore clean white socks with blue fuzzy slippers. Disgraceful.

☕ I could'a been doing something productive or healthy, like going out to exercise, but no— He groaned, dropping the MacBook onto the couch and grunted, digging his fingers into his hair then scratched it. He wasn't wearing his beanie. A small British accent was thickening into his voice the more he began to ramble and complain to himself, and his hands were occupied even as he put the Starbucks cup of coffee down onto the coffee table then began to do two things at once— Opening the fridge and rummaging through his pocket for his phone as it buzzed muffledly in his pocket, likely a notification for something. The same hand that opened the fridge door reached into it to get a bag of milk(...??) and pulled it out of the fridge, letting the fridge door close on its' own afterwards. The other hand in his pocket had fished the phone out and placed it onto the counter and began to reach for one of the bowls that were stacked on top of each other on the lower part of the dish rack, then opened the utensils cabinet to get a spoon after placing the bagged milk onto the counter.

☕ I'm here eating cereal like a generic loser; inside of a dorm where I have to share my space with people. He finishes his sentence, letting out a scoff and a groan. ☕ Good job, Duncan! His voice took on a sarcastic tone as he proceeded to converse, placing the bowl onto the counter and the spoon into the bowl and opened the cupboard doors to withdraw a box of Fruit Loops cereal from the cupboard in one hand.

💙  I'm sure they won't take away your personal space.

☕ I know, He growled, opening the box and pulled out the silver bag package the cereal was stored in, bringing the edge of the package to his mouth then placed it between his teeth.☕ Irhm jus— He tore the bag open with his teeth and pulled the edge he used back to make a more wider opening— ☕ ...Used to livin' on my own...

💙 You're overly dramatic, you know that?
☕ Tch, I know-

Icarus took the kitchen scissors that was sitting around on the counter and took the bag of milk and placed it into the bowl. With the scissors he snipped open the bag, and milk began to instantly pour from the bag, instantly filling the bowl with milk. The now empty plastic bag deflated, and he pulled it out of the bowl of milk slowly then dropped it into the trash bin. Next came the cereal to be poured into the bowl of milk.

☕ Bon appetit.
The guy took the bowl of cereal into his hands and headed over to the table to eat his cereal.

...No wonder he was called the Ultimate Multitasker. He had a rather unstoppable, and maybe a rather strange, habit of using both of his hands at once, even outside of simple tasks.