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Sleepless [Theo]

Even hell had to get quiet at some point. The streets had grown quiet and empty in what could only be described as ‘night’ - shadows grew longer and closer together, easier to hide in and not be disturbed.

Which was exactly what he was aiming for. Feeling like it was high time to get out of the house Alan had shrugged on a hoodie to obscure his injured face, slipping out his window just in case Andras was lurking the halls. 

He felt..like shit, to be honest. His back - which his demon had haphazardly stitched up themself - was raw and painful whenever he moved. His face, both grazed and clawed up, wasn’t as bad but was certainly way harder to hide. He was in pain, he’d blown up at Amelia for caring about him, and frankly he wanted nothing more than to go back to before he ever became a ward.

Alan lit a cigaratte as he wandered towards a small balcony that overhung another street below. Resting his elbows on the railing, he made no move to smoke it, instead absently twisting it between his fingers. 

At least it was quiet, he supposed. Everything was nicer when he was alone.

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Call it Even [Amelia]

The fact that there was no opposition to him going out already had him feeling wary. Andras had disappeared since the other night, having cause their ward enough grief to keep them out of trouble. Or, in this case, get them into trouble. He was going to have to password his computer now. 

Alan rested his bat against his shoulder, free hand in his pocket as he sauntered down the path in the red, sunset-esque haze of hell. He wondered if he should’ve taken a cigarette with him - he’d been smoking enough since this all started - but decided it was probably best he didn’t. 

If he were to be honest he had no intention of fighting. The bat was for show, of course, because he’d have to at least try and fake a fight, right? He didn’t know enough about his opponent to consider if she’d actually want to fight or not, though. Wasn’t she the one that had said something about fighting and still being friends? Or was that someone else.

Way too tired for this, Alan stopped on the corner, rolling his bat around in his hand as he waited for any sign of Amelia. He’d prefer to make this quick, honestly, so part of him hoped she didn’t take too long.