Hazel eyes blink open sluggishly. From his position on his side, the warm comforter that is pulled up around his shoulders obscures the world for him. For a moment, Bjørn just lays there, enjoying the cocoon of comfort he lays in. Mind turns back to the night before, remembering the twin huntresses Raven and Mayuza and how they all had enjoyed coffee and pastries together. The usually solitary man ponders the strange way fate has plopped these two ladies right into the middle of his life. One moment he was alone and now... huffing a sigh, Bjørn rolls over onto his back, giving a huge yawn and stretching his slightly sore muscles. He had offered Raven and Mayuza the spare bedrooms upstairs and the last time he saw the raven-haired twins was as they disappeared up toward the offered rooms.

Bjørn had taken a hot shower, slipped on warm pajamas, created a small nest with his hoodie for Pretty Lady on his bed, and climbed underneath the thick comforter. The nest was close to his chest so he had rolled onto side and snuggled up close to purring cat. Pulling a hand out from under his sheets, Bjørn feels for where the nest should be, finding nothing but the comforter there. A sad sigh passes his lips as the hunter sits up, pushing the sheets down and off of his body. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Bjørn scrubs a hand over his face and uses it to stifle another yawn. The intoxicating scent of bacon reaches his nostrils and he pauses a moment to enjoy the smell. It has been a long time since someone has cooked for him and smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

Standing, Bjørn stretches again, the ache in his muscles lessening with each passing moment. He reaches for the sheath that houses his silver broadsword and hesitates. Usually the sword goes everywhere with him, even inside his home but now... shaking his head, the hunter heads to his bedroom door and opens it, casting on last look back toward his sword. Moving out into the hallway, the smell of breakfast fills his nostrils and Bjørn drinks it in. Saliva pools in his mouth and his stomach gurgles eagerly causing the hunter to move swiftly toward the stairs. Running a hand through his tousled hair, he quickly tries to smooth down the unruly parts and Bjørn pauses on the last step to straighten his faded t-shirt and pull down one of his pajama pant legs down that had crept up to his knee during the night.

It has been so long since he had a roommate, let alone two female ones, and Bjørn doesn't want to scare the ladies so early in the morning. Once he has straightened out his appearance, Bjørn takes the final step down onto the cool wood of the downstairs. Slowly, he pads toward the kitchen, closing his eyes as he follows the aroma of food. Letting out a pleased hum, Bjørn stops at the threshold, knowing by feel, the change from dining room to kitchen area. Taking a deep breath, Bjørn says, "That smells amazing Ra..." Eyes slowly open to find his missing hoodie and his voice trails off. A strange woman stands in his kitchen, wearing the hoodie that had been laid on the bed for Pretty Lady.

Body tenses as he tries to understand why a strange, mostly naked woman, broke into his house to steal his hoodie and make him breakfast. Gruffly Bjørn says, "Who are you?" As he tries to look seriously at this unknown Asian woman, the many, wonderful smell of an actual breakfast being prepared causes his stomach to growl in hungry anticipation.