<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd">Quinn yawned, looking around the room and giving a soft smile. The room was nice and warm, but unfortunately rather empty. No conquests the night before, how unfortunate. He stretched out, giving a small noise of contentment, then slipped out of the bed. He pulled on his dressing gown and slippers, sighing happily at the warmth and comfort. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shower and dress first, or just go down for breakfast like this. The rest of the occupants would be used to his state of undress, in fact, it was rare for him to even be this covered up, he wasn't a fan of shirts. But for now he wanted to keep warm, wait till the sun warmed up the world a little, and he was hungry.<br/>
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He swiftly moved over to the door, moving out and along the hall. Others would probably be awake, after all, it wasn't as if he'd woken up at the break of dawn. Hopefully Oriel, the cook, would be awake though. Quinn wouldn't quite know what to do with himself if he was forced to cook for himself. He'd probably burn whatever he attempted to make.</span><br/><br/>((This totally looked longer in the little box thing...))