The day went by swiftly. People milled about on their daily routines. Fred said hi to Bob who in return offered him a very suspicious looking watch for sale. Inside the blessed darkness, Achilles woke groggily. His phoenix quarter insisted that he should be sleeping now, the sun was going down. The other three quarters were still in the process of waking up, hungrily crawling up from the depths of wherever they resided. His Minotaur and satyr were almost in perfect sync, as usual. His werewolf side was much like his phoenix, wanting to sleep until the moon started to rise. It was highly annoying on days when the moon rose in daylight. He was like a ghost then, wondering the apartment all day and night, unable to sleep. Though a ghost would have been far better company than him at that point.<br/><br/>Rolling out of bed, he combed his short fur, making a slight face at the dried, congealed blood he found. That wouldn't do at all. Sucking on some that had dried on his arm, he walked toward the bathroom, knocking on the walls as he did so. "Your turn to pick breakfast!" Not even waiting for an answer or her wrath should he had awoken her too soon, he stepped into the bathroom and turning the shower on cold, jumped in and started scrubbing off any blood he couldn't reach with his mouth. The shower walls held grooves and scratches from his horns, showing the countless times he had done this before. After all, the shower was only so big. Even for someone that was quite tiny by most monster standards.