Russell wasn't and never would be one for waking up before the tender early morning hours of 'before noon.' Around 2pm or so, he barely managed to brush his teeth and shower before settling down to a hardcore session of DOOM. Later he squeezed in a scam in between grilled cheese and a second red bull before he could find himself plodding out the door to get his mail...
Where he promptly tripped over a cardboard box, barely avoiding a faceplant. "Ouch. Pwned," he grumbled, rubbing his hands as he flipped over to see a strange little box which had violated his need for walking upright barely a minute ago. Irritated, he nonetheless took the box inside after seeing it was at least for him. It wasn't until he ripped the thing open and pulled everything out that his mood changed for the better.
Quickly he put the hat on, grinning at his reflection in the refrigerator door and stuffed a cookie in his mouth while he read the lively note. It made him laugh, scrunching his nose at the plushy microbe and trying his damnnest not to do something as 'ghei' as blushing. It failed of course. She was definitely one hell of a pretend First Mate, he could give her that.