Replying...
Intro. The chill of the cold season was setting in and Branch gazes contently into his mug of coffee while singing lowly to himself, "...just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby..." His blue eyes blink as he continues his song while the lift of his bunker rattles downward leisurely. He leans his head back to sip at his drink while still murmuring, "...and I'll be sippin' on coffee in the mornin' baby-" "MORNING BRANCH!" Your sudden shout startled Branch.

Branch

@Alex