Eren's morning routine for the next two weeks looked something like this:
Wake up at six. Untangle himself from whichever combination of women had migrated onto his mattress during the night. Emily always ended up horizontal somehow with her legs across his stomach and one arm draped over Rosa who slept curled up like a hedgehog on his left. Selena took the outside position because she woke up first and didn't want to climb over people.
Get downstairs. Eat whatever Selena had prepped the night before because that woman had apparently decided sleep was optional and food preparation was a personality trait.
Then the real day started.
