Kite didn't know what woke him up first: the sunlight streaming through his window, the crick in his neck after spending the night reading, or the shrill ring of his phone in his ear. Mumbling a half-hearted curse, the young man fumbled around his book ridden bed for the source of the ring. He pushed past precariously placed books, remnants of studying spells from last night, and threw pillows before finding his phone perched at the end of his bed. By the time Kite grabbed it, the ringing had stopped leaving one new voicemail. 

Kite suppressed a groan as he let it play. Another case, and by the sound of it, the team was going to have a hell of a time with this one. Literally. "So much for a break," he mumbled as he hauled himself out of bed. He dressed quickly and stuffed his bow into a dark, faded duffle bag. There wasn't much of a chance he was going to use it at the meeting, but still. Kite felt better having it close.

The cafe was close enough to walk. Kite combed through his rat's nest of thick, dark hair, quietly hoping no one noticed his disheveled appearance or the dark circles beneath his eyes. He headed inside and gave the team members already there a brisk nod. "So, what is it this time?" he grumbled as he swung himself onto a seat. "Possessions? Cultists? A girl with a spinny head going around throwing up pea soup?"