He heard the drum roll, which was slower this time. The person was probably bored with the 'conversation' already.
Whatever.
Jasper placed his plate and cutlery in the dishwasher - which hardly had anything in it - and poured himself a cup of coffee - cream, no sugar - before returning to the computer. He considered putting pants on, but he was comfortable and he was the only one there and the blinds were drawn, so who cared?
Not poetic? I suppose being part of Noah's Ark drains the poetry from a person.
He signed onto an Chyme, an IM system, and checked to see who was there from his friends list.