Opium had been, for a time, poking at the piano and trying to remember how to play, but most of the time his mind was not quite with him as much as it would take to remember a skill he learned almost a hundred years ago. After a while he got bored attempting to remember any kind of tune at all, he stood from the piano, tugged his old blanket around his shoulders, and started off towards the kitchen - grabbing his coffee cup on the way.
He had not been so much living at Morphine's as he had been staying there about every other day, crashing on her extremely comfortable couch in front of her extremely warm fireplace and sleeping for hours upon hours on that couch and then slugging around the house like it was as much his own as it was hers.
At the moment he was leaning against her counter, holding an empty coffee cup with one hand and his blanket with the other. "I think your piano is out of tune, Phaedra..." he said, peering down into his cup before sitting it on the counter and examining the empty coffee pot. Damn. He was going to have to make another. With a small huff, he shuffled around, trying to get everything to put another pot of coffee on without getting in his sister's way. "Pray tell... When is my son going to find his way here?"