Max wasn't used to the early mornings of the Dyllan/Thomas household. When he had roomed with Patrick he had always been the morning bird, up hours before his roommate, reading the paper with coffee and muffins by the time everyone else rose. Now he wasn't sure if he was sleeping in later or everyone else was up earlier but Max found himself being woken up by means other than his alarm clock most mornings. Sometimes Jack made a lot of noise, sometimes animals liked to pretend they were roosters, and sometimes Sunny was sent upstairs to attack him until he got dressed and ready. Today Max was a bit suprised when he was woken by a loud banging on his floor, coming from below. Jack had come home late last night (he had faintly heard her arrival) and thought she might sleep in a bit.
Max pulled himself together quickly and headed downstairs to the action. As he approched his ears perked up as he realized there were not two, but three voices coming from the kichen. One of them was distinctly male and Max's eyebrows rose a bit disapprovingly. He entered the kitchen as Sunny spoke and a grin made its way on to his face, despite the new presence. "Morning everyone" he greeted, his voice suprisingly alert for having been asleep only a few minutes ago.
"Sunny, I thought we agreed not to tell her. You're going to get me in trouble someday." he sat down at the table next to her and ruffled her hair teasingly. Where he and Jack were both pretty busy and still didn't know eachother that well, Max and Sunny had decided they got along quite well. Their shared intrests in coloring, looking through Jack's private possessions, waffles for dinner, and catching strange creatures in the garden. He liked her as a friend, rather than a child, and she seemed to appriciate being treated as such. Sunny was often the mastermind of their plans. "Don't say anything about the chicken insident, okay?" Max whispered quickly before looking back up. An attempt to get an ostrich for rent had gone wrong and, long story short, they had ended up with a fire breathing chicken loose in the house. It was only a matter of time before Jack noticed the slightly charred ends of her gardening encyclopedias and desk.
Turning towards the end of the table, Max faced their guest head on. "Sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Max." The distance was too far to reach for a handshake so Max gave the stranger a nod and a smile instead. This was the first time Jack had brought a guest home and Max couldnt help but remember he warning about werewolves. But werewolves normally weren't as handsome as this man was.
OOC: Ahhh! I'm so so so sorry. Ive had a busy couple of weeks with school and sports. But I should be better with posting now. Nice to meet you Keira (: