Throwing a splash of cold water on his face as he walked out of the bathroom, he grunted at her. "We ain't skipping today, last thing I need is those assholes coming here while I'm hungover. Besides, if you need to throw up, I'd rather you ruin their carpet." Walking towards his room, he pulled up his shirt, the scars rigid against his body as he crept into the room with a slight gaunt. Everything hurt, and the blinds to his sole window weren't seeming to hold back any light even though they were almost completely closed. "Fucking foundation," he muttered as he looked for a clean shirt. He found a simple t-shirt and struggled to put it on.<br/><br/>Looking to the wall, above his bed pinned to the wall was his sword. Meandering over to it, he picked it up out of the small hooks placed there only to hold it. It seemed heavier, and he knew it was because his muscles were tired from the night's events. His bed was made, and it looked wrong. Of all the stupid shit he'd done, letting a demon into his sister's room had to be one of the highest things on that list.<i>What a fucking brother you've turned out to, </i>he scolded himself harshly, the words in his mind almost as sharp as the sword in his hands. The sight of her angelically floating in the heavens returned to his mind, but he could only imagine that scolding frown of hers plastered across that pale face.<br/><br/>Ignoring her for the most part as he gather up more shit, he picked up a pair of sunglasses to help with the glare he knew he wasn't going to enjoy. Opening the door, the goons that were normally there seemed to have been replaced with cameras, the cheap plastic ones that hid in the corner. "Lazy asses can't even watch me now." He doubted they'd even put audio in them. What a joke. Had they started assuming he was calming down enough for their likes? Did they feel like they'd trained him to be a good little pup? A deep sigh released as he thought about ways to do that, when there was a little more blood pumping through him. Even with his tolerance, the amount of alcohol he'd had was now coming back to bite him in the ass.