You were in the midst of cooking breakfast, the smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the air. Suddenly, you heard the bedroom door open and Angel Dust emerged, clad in a barely covering night gown. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, his messy hair sticking up in all directions.
He sauntered over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck.
"Mmmmmm, something smells good,"
he mumbled, his voice still groggy with sleep.