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[Rufus Porter]

It was a decent day again. One of the many that'd been around this week. It did suprise Rufus how good of a week it had been. But he had spent most of the nights awake and most of the days asleep, so he hadn't been outside yet. Stirring in his bed, his face was mashed against his pillow, face down, and his feet were both hanging out of different sides of the bed. Rufus then turned slowly onto his back and sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes. He then looked at the window and sighed. 'As if I have anything better to do...' His thoughts came up blank when he tried thinking of something he could do other than go outside, but he got nothing. So he threw himself out of bed and his feet hit the floor with a quite loud bang.

After showering and drying off, Rufus then picked a shirt up off the end of his bed, throwing it over his head and pulling it down, slotting his arms through the short sleeves of the white shirt. Searching around the floor, he spotted a pair of black jeans, hanging from his bed-side table and whipped them off, putting them on quickly. He then sighed and shook his head to get the hair out of his eyes. When it had dried, he left it and walked towards his door, pulling it open before walking out and slamming it shut.

Making his way downstairs, he didn't feel like having any breakfast so he passed the kitchen and headed straight outside, yawning as he did so and stretching his arms above his head. He slumped across the garden path slowly and headed toward a wall. Not realising what he was doing, Rufus then sat on the wall before laying down and closing his eyes, nearly falling asleep in the hot sunshine. But he managed to stay awake and kept one eye open as he couldn't open the other than was on the side of his face that was flattened against the wall he was laid on. He looked across the garden and sighed. He needed something to do.

[Caleb Lykos]

Opening an eye groggily Caleb cursed silently to himself, pushing Samael to the back of his mind but not before receiving an equal amount of cursing from his other half. He wished there was just one morning or even one dream that his other half didn’t interrupt the peacefulness of his sleep. In his dreams his alter ego was always able to gain more power and no matter what corridor of his mind he shut himself away in he still managed to find him and try to take control for the day.

Swinging his feet off the bed he shook his head, leaving his hair a jumbled mess as he dressed and when he pulled his shirt over his head it distorted the long locks even further. Even though his stomach growled he didn’t have much of an appetite, the night’s restlessness taking it all out of him. Instead he moved out into the garden, his hands dug down into his pockets, his eyes half closed as he walked and basked in the sun that shone down on him and the rest of Allerdyce Manor.

Peaking an eye open slightly wider he glanced over at a figure that appeared to be dead on the wall but as he strode closer the steady rise and fall of his chest proved that he was indeed quite alive. Walking close he bent at the waist so his bright eyes looked squarely into the fellow brotherhood members slitted eyes, maybe some friendly conversation would be enough to distract him from the nagging feeling of Samael pressing at the back of his mind, ”Hey there, comfortable?”