<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Baker family house*<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Rob, open<br/><hr/><br/>After feeding himself several crackers, and his kitten a handful of dried food, he went to the fridge. He got himself a can of soda, took out the whole milk (Mori was picky and refused anything else), a small plate from the cabinet, and poured a bit of the milk out onto the plate. He let Mori lap it up on the counter, not caring too much about how his adoptive parents would be upset with him for it.<br/><br/>It was just as he was putting the cap on the milk jug that his phone went off. He nearly lost control of the jug, but managed to prevent spilling it. He quickly shoved it in the fridge, whilst cursing to himself "Shiiiiiiiit". His phone wasn't silenced, since he never really expected anybody to ever call in the night. With how quiet it was, he'd be shocked if there was a place in the small house where one couldn't currently hear the Neuroticfish ring-tone he had.<br/><br/>But, perhaps it was his good luck; he was able to quietly scamper his way back to his room, his movements lithe and sleek, much like a cats, and pick up his phone without hearing any signs that his 'parents' had awoke. That would be because, unknown to him, they were currently absent.<br/><br/>For Rob, it was...ring... ring... ring.... ri-"Hey, Robb. What's up?" Judging from how sharp Al sounded over the phone, it was clear that he had been up for a bit, himself.