“I’m coming! I’m coming!” A rather sleep laced voice called out from the other side of the door.
“Doesn’t seem like much of a morning person. Maybe we should skip introducing her to Marco. There’s no way she could be his.” Shanks grinned, lolling his head back to present his pearly whites to his companion.
”Oh shut up Shanks. Rayleigh chuckled with a slight eye roll. If you could remember anything, you’d know Eliza was a night owl herself.”
Suddenly the blue painted door swung open to reveal a young (h/c), still in her pyjamas and disheveled by sleep.
”Morning?” (Name)’s voice quietly croaked, in tired confusion.
”God do you look like your mother.” Shanks gawked as Rayleigh quickly came back to his senses, raising the shopping bags in either hand with a smile.