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Killian shifted in his bed, letting out a quiet grumble before his eyes began opening up. He tried to forcefully keep his light blue eyes shut, and he rolled over so that his face was planted on his pillow. That position got uncomfortable quickly, so he rolled over again, subsequently falling off the bed as a whole. Thankfully his house was carpeted, so he couldn't hurt his head on anything besides his nightstand- which he thankfully didn't bump into on his journey onto the ground. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. This was how all his mornings went, like it or not.
"Wha… What time is it…?" the male uttered under shallow breaths as he reached for his phone to check way day it was. Once he figured it out, he sighed, regaining his once lost composure. He stood up carefully, propping his phone against his alarm clock. He headed to his closet and changed into a simple color-block hoodie and a pair of black jeans. Once he got changed fully, he picked his phone back up after heading back to the nightstand, and took a quick picture of himself, uploading it online with a caption that said 'morning vibes ✨,' although he wasn't one to really upload selfies. When he did, they normally flopped, but Killian here was willing to bet on those odds.
Killian let out a quick grunt before checking his messages to see if he'd gotten any new messages overnight- which was normally the case. He didn't have much of a presence online, sure, but he did end up getting quite a few DMs from either people following his account or some completely randos who had no idea what they were doing on his account in the first place but took up conversation with him. Of course, Killian always replied, wanting to give off good first impressions so that he didn't spook anyone away. He opened a few new messages he'd received, reading through them all and thinking of replies for each one.
