<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/45/31/0e/45310ed9cd6dd045be76a075e78d1a49.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Santiago Leon<br/>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257949.msg13244699#msg13244699)<strong>Alias:</strong>Purple Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Morning/October 2nd<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kara's Apratment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Santiago found his eyes fluttering open with the arising of morning voices. As he took in the ceiling view, the solid surface beneath his back told him that the couch wasn't where he had ended up settling for his slumber. Surely being exhausted from the events of the day prior contributed to his collapse onto the less-comfy floor. Oddly enough, the soreness he had expected to awake to was nearly absent from his body. Being pals with aliens sure seemed to have its benefits as the one in his own skull was the most likely culprit for his rejuvenation. The guy's bodily heft rose upright for a quick test-flex, his sweater that he had been using as a mock-blanket sliding from his torso and onto the floor as it became an afterthought. Right as rain; perhaps the day would follow the same trend.<br/><br/>With a swoop of Santiago's arm, the sweater was gathered up as he made his way to hang it on a proper hook in the foyer of Kara's apartment. It would be one less distraction for him as he found himself drawn to the kitchen along with the other early birds. "Yo, yo." Santiago greeted Ashley and Bence as his head poked through from the outskirts of the hallway, a full forearm pressed against the wall to act as his main support. His positioning was short-lived, however, as evidence of the group's antics hours earlier were still scattered about amongst countertops, crowding the ingredients Bence had been gathering, and had Santiago shimmying past Ashley to initiate some sort of cleanup. "It looks like we're the morning crew. How're y'all doing?" The fellow college student inquired as glasses were cleaned in the sink and empty bottles were placed with the rest of the recyclables.<br/><br/>Only when Santiago had finished and seated himself, with crossed arms, upon one of the stools did it occur that there might have been some leftover tension to squash with Bence. Though, the lead ranger didn't seem at all bummed as he was out and about preparing breakfast. Still, the guy had missed out on all of the drinking and bonding the rest of them had partaken in after his departure into Kara's bedroom. Santiago couldn't shake a feeling of regrettable responsibility for it. Were Bence a stranger, he for sure wouldn't have given a fuck as strangers were always the easiest for him get into altercations with, but seeing as an intergalactic<em>worm</em>was stuck in the dude's brain just the same, the massive ego of a fighter would not have Santiago turning into a massive douche - even with the addition of super-powers to his repertoire. "If it means anything at this point, my bad. I was just trying not to be stressed for 5 minutes. Yesterday was kinda fucking crazy." His delivery wasn't perfect, it being hard to tell exactly who he was talking to right off of the bat, but he was hoping that his good intentions were being conveyed throughout the kitchen. Otherwise, it'd probably be some time before they all became a cohesive team thanks to his big mouth.