09-06-2010, 05:53 AM
As Maxwell stepped out of the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist. There was no point changing back into his pyjamas and he was home, who cared if he walked around wearing the green fluffy article of clothing? Then again, were towels really thought to be clothes..? Maxwell shoved the questions aside and exited the bathroom. He threw his pyjamas into his room, missing the hamper by a mile (to which he scowled and cursed at heavily) and made his way into the kitchen rubbing a hand through his damp dark hair.
Liesel was sitting at the table munching on some food. Fried eggs, toast and hash browns with a side of Hollandaise sauce. The typical morning breakfast.
Sneaking up behind his sister, Maxwell reached over a long arm and snatch a piece of toast from Liesel's plate. He ignored her protests, shoving the bread into his mouth rather grossly. Butter drizzled out of his mouth and down his chin but he ignored it in favour of pouring himself a cup of coffee. Once he swallowed the food he sipped the liquid. Ah, straight, bitter, black coffee. Nothing better.
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