Lord Dakol
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2009
- Location
- California
A soft, almost inaudible whistle was carried through the air of the apartment, originating from the small kitchen. Amongst the dirty pans that someone had yet to wash, and the sound of running water, Mark Hadleigh cleaned the kitchen, all the while preparing breakfast. His long black hair stuck to his forehead, the hot water making it a bit hot and steamy in the small area, causing his clothes to stick slightly to his toned flesh. As he prepared the food - pancakes with ham, eggs, and bacon -, a soft bark came in from the doorway.
Turning his head, Mark smiled at the presence of Grayson, his large black Labrador. "Hey boy. Hungry?" he inquired, tossing a slice of meat to the dog, whom caught it easily in his jaws. "That's it until food's ready."
His dark green eyes glanced at the overhead clock and knew that his younger sister up soon, and hoped she didn't mind the heat.
Turning his head, Mark smiled at the presence of Grayson, his large black Labrador. "Hey boy. Hungry?" he inquired, tossing a slice of meat to the dog, whom caught it easily in his jaws. "That's it until food's ready."
His dark green eyes glanced at the overhead clock and knew that his younger sister up soon, and hoped she didn't mind the heat.