CoD: Off-day.

Ghost: *Sitting in the darkest corner, boots up on a coffee table, holding a mug of black coffee* If anyone touches the thermostat, I’m cutting the power to the whole block. It’s bloody boiling in here. Soap: *Sprawled on the floor* Oh, loose change, stop whinging. It’s nice. Let the sun in. Graves: *Walks in wearing gym shorts and a tank top, holding a bag of tortilla chips* Personally, I think the vibe in here is immaculate. König: *Sitting on a couch that is entirely too small for him*