It wasn't long ago that there was a chandelier hanging in Eric's room. When it came crashing down, Eric wanted to kill whoever'd done it, sure that their statue would be out front before too long had passed. However, it had been his own doing. For a while he'd wrapped his talons around the arms of the chandelier before wrapping himself in the leather blanket that was his own arms, hanging on it to get a good night's rest. It was as refreshing as any he'd ever had, but it didn't last. His immense weight had weakened it slowly but steadily, then it all came crashing down. Somewhere roughly around two hours ago, he was sure at least some of his companions had heard it.

He had no other choice but to lay down in his bed, but sleep never came. Nope.

So he got up, slipped on a white T-shirt and some jeans, then he left his room. He slipped the door shut and, ever so slowly, released the snapping knob of his door. With a chirp he illuminated the hallway and tower's spaces to his ears. The soundwaves that bathed him afterward informed him that the he had no company. So he nigh silently crept to the kitchen, fixing himself a bowl of Count Chocula before sitting down at the table and realizing he was not alone.

With his eyes, he searched around, focusing his attention on the balcony before catching sight of Evan's ass! He shoved his face into his palm before he heard the command issued by Rose Wilson, his own communicator was off, but he didn't need it to hear her.

"Good morning, sunshine," he stood up before dumping what milk remained down his throat. "The boss wants us.. we'll see if she 'wants' you like that, though." He shoved his chair under the table before dropping the bowl into the sink and walking his direction, keeping his eyes shut. "Off to the hanger we go, Wonder Boy."