Late night at the Brownstone (Test Post)

 Pieter Cross woke up late at night. At least, he felt like it was late at night. He smacked the clock on his nightstand which said, in a loud voice

TWO. THIRTY. SEVEN. A.M.

"Rrg... it's late. Times like this, I don't envy Sand." He gets up, pushing on his knees to get up. Running across rooftops could be murder on your kneecaps. He thinks to himself. Yes. Some orange juice perhaps. And maybe a quarter cup of acai berry juice for it too. Quite the nightcap.

Pieter walked down the hallway to the kitchen, holding his blackout goggles. After a bit, he slides them on. A light in the kitchen. Pieter gets ready, sidles up against the wall and turns into the kitchen...