Codevon couldn't help but smile with Oriel's small comment; he was pleased that he'd succeeded in his plan.  He sometimes liked to get Oriel worked up, string him along as if there'd be nothing done about it, but he'd eventually make sure that he treated his brother later.  He sighed softly at the thought, already getting ideas of what'd they'd do.  He worked about halfway through his food, then set it aside--even that was more than he usually ate.  He gripped the counter behind him and pulled himself atop it, then watched his brother work, imagining him in his glory.  He could've cared less if he'd noticed the way he gazed at him, the fact was that he was able to control it, and with hardly a movement, he could make Oriel melt.  That's why he liked him, so much.  He moaned softly as his mind wandered, a tiny smile spreading across his lips.<br/><br/>Charlie returned shortly, smelling of tobacco.  He seemed more awake, now, and ready to sieze the day.  He sat right back where he was, turning the chair toward Quinn and resting on elbow on the table.  The wounds on his arm had scarred up pretty nicely, though they'd never completely fade away, and he seemed a bit healthier.  He wanted to socialize that morning, but he wasn't exactly the best at it--his humor lied in cruelty and he'd never really been good at small talk, so he was at a loss.  Until Quinn brought something up, he just looked around the room, trying to keep his mind busy.<br/><br/>Emmerick finally crawled out of bed, his head pounding and the scent of liquor, tobacco, and blood rather ground into his body odor--no matter how much he washed, he always seemed to smell of such things.  He looked at himself in the mirror for a while and finally decided a shower was required before he headed down for breakfast.  He spent about half an hour with his bathroom duties, most of the time spent standing in the shower and letting the water run over his body.  He dressed in dark green cargo pants and a black shirt, and then left the room.  He walked slowly, starving but not really in the mood to see people, just yet.  He could still feel a bit of liquor sloshing in his stomach--he really must have had a<i>lot</i>the night before--and it discouraged him from eating, though he'd ignore it as usual.  He made it down to the kitchen and stopped just inside the doorway, looking around the room a bit sleepily before he headed toward Oriel.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f70000">"Morning, Oriel,"</span>he nodded to him, then to Codevon,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f70000">"Codi."</span>Codevon smiled and returned the nod, then re-focused his attention on Oriel's work.  Emmerick grabbed a rather large plate of food, then moved to the dining room, sitting across from Charlie and hardly paying him a second glance before he began to eat, rather quickly.