(Starter call) || @glcssheart
He had awoken only just hours ago.
after having such a bad scuffle with having been awoken so abruptly, ( & with good enough reason but bad execution.) he sat near the edge of the bed in a room alone to better collect himself; thoughtlessly immune to the silence of his surroundings & the dreariness of the atmosphere that swirl about his & everyone else's head. It’s clear here that there’s only one presence home other than himself that he could better identify, despite the deficiency of his powers, it wasn’t so low to the point of having to sleep more hours just regain what all he had lost.
Doing so would only take him so long, & as of the record in slate of his powers being drained nearly to absolute depletion in only just a matter of hours, it would take days at least just to get enough in to float about; maybe even more, he wasn’t so sure. But there isn’t much he can do but sit here & wait for progress.
something he’s not really in the mood for right now.
He hears just a foot away from the down the hall someone coming up the stairs, having no reason to react to the noise, he simply sits & lurches over himself, arms attached in a more protective stance around the bend of his knees & chest; wayworn eyes scans the walls but none look to the door even as it opens, he doesn’t need to look. He’s already knows who it is & frankly, looking anywhere would incite no anticipation for them; at least not in the happier sense he supposes. still he doesn’t bother to move, listening in as the footsteps draw in closer.
