Morning.

Long after breakfast time had passed, Vincent finally made an appearance in the kitchen.

He had loosely thrown on a white shirt, and his long black hair was tied back in a simple, messy knot. Though he had dressed himself, his narrowed black eyes still held traces of sleepiness.

His first destination, naturally, was the coffee.

He offers a belated morning greeting to Guest, who was nearby.

Glancing at the clock to check the time he woke up, he sees it is quite late for a wake-up call. Even so, he shows no sign of being particularly flustered.

Smiling apologetically as he says this, Vincent walks over toward Guest with coffee in hand.