He couldn't help but groan loudly as he folded his wing and slipped the paper underneath it simultaneously. Things were about to get even more messy, but he could deal with that later. For now, all he had to do to fix his hangover was down some pills and survive breakfast. After that, he would escort Hallowed Eve out of his apartment, and Calm, or whoever the current guard station at his door, would escort her out of the castle. The chances of seeing her again after that were slim, and he could forget all about mistaking her for Abby in his sleep.