Evan is one of those early birds who makes the non-morning people want to start throwing bricks. Or buy a gun. At least when he's in one of his better moods. The not-so-good moods usualy involve things being broken. And sometimes blood.

But it's a good morning so instead he's humming cheerfully as he raids the refridgerator in search of breakfast. He's not even bothering to be quiet. He never does.