<strong>Name:</strong>Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Tuesday, June 6th - Afternoon, Brightman Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Destiny t-shirt (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BqmpTPkCAAAGX-x.jpg:large) and boxers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open to Tae<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Another Lazy Day<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>It was half-past two or three in the afternoon, yet Terry had only just gotten out of the shower. Even then, he only put a half-hearted effort into his attire, a pair of plain blue boxers in place of real pants and an old t-shirt proclaiming that a wizard had come from the moon. He had only woken up a few hours ago, which was becoming more and more a habit.<br/><br/>He had a bit of a late start on Saturday morning, but considering he had been out late it was generally for good reason. While it was certainly the craziest of nights he'd had in a while -- though still nothing compared to some of his College mischief -- it was enough to leave him in a good mood. He had spent the day going through the entire house, grabbing whatever clothes his Uncle Gavin had lying around and tossing them into the wash. He grabbed errant books, papers, and other such clutter, organizing it as best as he could, stacking items and placing them in any spot he thought they belonged in the study, his Uncle's room, or his Uncle's office. With laundry and basic items taken care of, he began the long, arduous process of dusting, vacuuming, and even scrubbing down the kitchen.<br/><br/>By time Terry had finished that evening, Gavin had called to inform him that he'd be in the city for a bit longer a stay. Talks were going well, evidently. Great news for his Uncle. Terry settled himself down into the basement lounge, got in touch with his band-mates on the Xbox One, and together they spent the evening running Raids in Destiny.<br/><br/>As the next two days went by, however, the good mood began to dissipate. He strummed and practiced on his guitar a bit on Sunday, but didn't want to become another noise violation. It just wasn't the same practicing in his bedroom, though, or with the garage door closed. In the end, he spent most of the day playing video games or watching Netflix. Monday? Well, that was all he had done on Monday.<br/><br/>He sighed, looking through the freezer for something to eat. Terry wasn't much of a cook. About the only chef he ever apprenticed to was that imposter with the name Boyardee. Evidently his Uncle Gavin wasn't much of a cook these days, either, seeing as the freezer was filled with hot pockets, frozen dinners, chicken patties, and frozen pizza. It was a bit disheartening, but at the same time supremely convenient. Terry grabbed a box of the frozen Digiorno, yet another imposter of a product. "It's not delivery" is right, and if there were people out here on the West Coast that were confused enough to believe this stuff was that good then they have never had<em>real</em>pizza.<br/><br/>Terry set the oven to preheat as he hunted for a proper pizza pan, avoiding the clanging and banging of pots and pans best he could. Sitting the pan upon the island, he unsealed the frozen "pizza", placed it onto the pan, and... leaned back against the counter, waiting for the temperature reader on the oven to inform him it was hot enough.<br/><br/>"What should I do today?" he asked himself softly, gaze blank. He<em>should</em>practice his guitar. He<em>should</em>search for more work,<em>just</em>in case any of the listings were different from last week. He<em>should</em>perhaps see what else around his Uncle's house he can do. Hell, maybe he should even leave and go see a movie.<br/><br/>Instead, he was probably just going to game and Netflix again...