The beep of the microwave startled Takeshi awake, causing him to awkwardly flop off of the sofa with a thump and a muffled metal clank. He grumbled a bit about his awakening under his breath, but soon returned to his relatively friendly self. "Hey, you guys gotta get up. I like helping out people who are new to this whole thing but you're on my schedule." Standing, he shuffled over to his table, which had three chairs situated around it somewhat haphazardly. There was a straight line from the kitchen to the makeshift dining room, and a few more chairs could be seen stacked in a corner. "Thanks for cooking," he mumbled. Clearly, he wasn't a morning person, evidenced by his dull tone of voice and almost zombie-like motions.