A wild goose chase—not something Jayden quite fancied doing so early in the morning. There was a time for, well, for time wasters, and an hour and a half didn't feel like quite the opportune time to do so. Therefore, upon completion of his breakfast, Jayden made quick in fleeing his group's hunt for Victor's arm, accompanied by an ecstatic looking teacher.

There were a number of things he liked to accomplish before doing anything further in the mornings, among them was actually bathing and an after an early morning run Jayden more than needed a good cleansing. Time alone, however, Jayden cherished the most, just for the fact that years alone fine tuned him to be far more used to solitude and more averse to company. Well, there were plenty of reasons why he was so averse to company, but Jayden didn't feel them necessary enough to bring up in day-to-day conversation. Showers, and sunsets, and maybe a popsicle or two offered a better company than most people did.

The shower itself took a mere ten minutes of Jayden's time, of which the rest of his hour left Jayden on the edge of his own window sill, a candy bar smuggled from one of the vending missions hanging from his mouth. Feet dangling and a sigh trailing his lips, Jayden clenched his knuckles further into the wood sill of the window with the prospect of nice mornings and gentle breezes. Memories kept quiet, unlike the twittering birds and chatting students below, which, of course, remained a gentle concern to Jayden—a good concern, no doubt. But, with the thought of restless memories, came even more restless worries and that eventually left Jayden with a perpetual grimace before he finally took the leap off.

Landing could have been a helluva lot cleaner, but Jayden wasn't much too worried about that, more so about the chocolate in his mouth and the trio of guandao barely hanging from their harnesses on his back. Showers, and sunsets, and a few candy bars only did so much until they resurfaced a few things he didn't quite appreciate coming to the forefront of his mind. That's when people, and awkward situations, and a few terrible social encounters helped alleviate the mind in Jayden's quiet embarrassment—second hand embarrassment did the trick just the same.

Soon after, trailing down the  pathways of Beacon, Jayden found himself seated not too far from his team, hands pressed into the wood of his elevated desk in his adamant solitude. More or less adamant enough with the face he was pulling.