Grant watched as Ferrus headed off, already mulling over his plans for tomorrow. He'd certainly have to bring a change of clothing and a towel or something. The fox gathered up his clothing, save from his pants, which he had no desire to bother washing off, and rifled through Markus' clothing, picking the wolf's wallet out of his discarded pants and pocketing it, casting a sly grin towards Markus' yellowed skull, which almost seemed to be watching him. "I don't think you'll need this anymore," he commented, then started to head home. Luckily, Grant encountered no trouble on his second attempt to get home, and immediately tossed his clothing in the wash and started up the shower. "Amazing how much can change in a single night," he remarked to himself with a small sigh.