Her alarm went off; a shrill sound that could have been confused for a smoke detector. It didn't last long though, as Rylie was always quick to shut the damned thing off. She sat up and looked at her feet, where Raphael was curled. Shaking her head slightly, she carefully scooted him over so she could get out of bed. Her eyes found Kratos, and she managed a tired smile, "Morning."<br/><br/>Rylie picked out her clothes for the day: A gray turtle necked sweater and a pair of dark jeans, then headed into the bathroom. She turned the shower on as cold as she could stand it-- it helped her wake up. Ten minutes later she emerged again, brushing her teeth. One handed, she popped a couple pieces of bread into the toaster and dug the butter (Well, margarine. Butter was too expensive) and jam out of the fridge. She finished brushing her teeth and walked back to the bathroom to rinse the toothpaste out of her mouth. When she had come back out again, she'd traded her toothbrush for a comb and was smoothing out the sparse amount of tangles in her hair. Rylie set the comb down and picked up a butter knife just as the toast came up.<br/><br/>"Here," She handed Kratos one of the pieces of toast, now coated with butter and jam, then turned away from him, pulling on her shoes and coat while intermittently munching on her own breakfast. She pulled her keys out of her coat pocket and looked expectantly at Kratos, "Shall we go?" She asked, not quite realizing that she had quoted him from the night before.