α lιттle roυɢн αroυɴd тнe edɢeѕ тнαт'ѕ αll.
вυт вroĸeɴ? ɴope, ɴoт ιɴ тнe leαѕт.
- Nathaniel grunt as he pushed himself off the mattress. It croaked in protest softly as he got off. He watched the show between Isabella and Julian, arching a single perfect eyebrow. Behind the thick lens of his glasses, the boy's pale green eyes lit up in amusement. A laugh escaped his mouth and his lips curled into the usual half-smile. "I'm always up for some food." He said, answering Julian's question, talking as if the other boy didn't have a girl hanging over his shoulder. Nathaniel couldn't cook worth.... well anything, really. He'll most likely just end up burning down the kitchen, again. So he was glad someone there could. He proceeded to walk out of the room after Julian. But instead of following the other male to the kitchen, Nathaniel went the other direction, heading towards the bathroom. Once he got into the room, he immediately locked the door and turned on the shower. Even though it was a bit obvious that the Aussie was hungry, with his stomach snarling viciously at him, he never, ever starts his day without a quick warm shower. It was a routine that he became accustomed to starting when he was a simple ten year old. It was just a way to fully wake himself up.
When the boy finished his shower, he dressed in a pair of white cargo shorts and a plain light green t-shirt. He was feeling more refreshed and much less drowsy. Of course, he also exchanged the pair glasses for clear contacts, while he was at it. It was rare for him to wear glasses at all with the exception of late at night. Contacts just suit him better. A few small crystal water droplets were running down the side of his face from his still-damp brown hair. Taking the stairs down, he stopped immediately at the smell of food that filled his nostrils. "Good morning, Shay. Anything on the agenda today?" Nathaniel greeted cheerfully as he spotted the blonde in the kitchen along with Julian. He walked into the room, eying the food hungrily before going over and grabbing the plate that sat alone on the counter with small translucent strands of smoke emanating from it. He was about to go grab the appropriate utensils so that he could start his breakfast, but paused, glancing at the others. "Er, was this suppose to be for anybody?"