Arnold Manger
July 18, 2015 1:51 PM
Morning is the enemy [Portia] by Arnold Manger
OOC: This is my post for Challenge #3.BIC:
Arnold wasn’t necessarily a morning person. While he was often awake and indeed even functional rather early in the morning, he lacked the intrinsic enthusiasm necessary to fully claim such a title. A recently awoken Arnold was initially grumpy and slow moving, and while the slowness tended to fade somewhat quickly, he remained a bit of a grump until after he had consumed something to restart him. As of the last few years, he had become rather dependent on his breakfast--which for him was less about food and more about coffee.
It was early on a Sunday morning that he slumped off to the Cascade Hall to acquire some caffeine, a black aura of vague annoyance radiating from him. Honestly, he didn’t care enough to check if the figures in the other beds in his dorm room were mountains of blankets or his sleeping roommates, but if Emery and Emrys were still asleep, they were fortunate that even in his grumpiest state, Arnold was not particularly vindictive. Otherwise, they would have been forced to share in this “lovely” morning with him.
As expected, there weren’t a heck of a lot of people up and about the Cascade Hall yet. The Aladren definitely couldn’t blame them for being asleep, and in fact, he looked about at each of the handful here with a disgruntled expression of confusion, wondering why they were not with everybody else, utilizing the earlier hours of morning for additional sleep like God intended. In doing so, he spied a face he knew and, after grabbing his coffee and a bagel, headed over to that particular table.
Sipping his coffee as he walked--so that he would be less offensive, more desirable company--he approached casually, his posture improving as his caffeine intake increased. Eventually he arrived at the table, smiling to its occupant. “Hey, Portia,” he greeted. “Can I join you?”
Portia Dobson was a Teppenpaw in his year (the only Teppenpaw in their year, in fact), and although they had never spoken terribly much in the past five years and several weeks of attending the same school, Portia’s sister Nora was Arnold’s sister Sally’s best friend, and as far as he was concerned, that made them at the very least casual friends. And thanks to that connection, he’d been meaning to talk to her more anyway, so this opportunity was perfect--and definitely better than eating alone.
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