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Charles wondered when the seed would take effect. He had been carefully monitoring his internal systems and found little changes compared to before the foreign object had been inserted. In fact his condition, much to his alarm, had deteriorated further rather than progressed. Darkness edged into his peripheral vision and threatened to blind him, his anxiety heightened by the helplessness. His arm continued to hang over Killian's neck as he balanced himself next to the student and give an illusion of stabilizing health. Especially to those individuals descended from or currently unknown licenti in the room.

Unable to shake the old habit, Charles attempted to inch his weight back to his own feet. It became very clear his strength had diminished enough not to matter and instead of standing upright, his legs shook and immediately buckled slightly. His arm tightened reflexively as he feared taking Killian down with him. The young man barely recovered from the failed action and quickly jerked the professor to lean back upon him, negatively mumbling insults about Charles' temerarious instinct to look stronger.

Any additional thoughts became derailed when someone moved toward him. Reflexively his dark head jerked into the direction and lingered, his sight focused onto the fuzzy sight of the Sanguine. Despite the unclear image, the hybrid reminded Charles of a graceful and dangerous predator with a long successful prowling record. A stride himself had once carried before everything crashed down upon his head.

Assumptions aside, Charles noted the card extended toward him and sluggishly plucked it from the Mai's fingers. He shoved it into his jean's pocket, nodded at the advice given and added,[color=#7bcbc8] “Of course and thank you.”[/color]

Charle's eyes followed the vampire until he vanished into the night.

A higher pitched voice, outraged by the accusation made by their host, drew his attention back into the shop. While Charles had been bothered by the whole suddenness of the Szayeis  topic, there hadn't truly been any concrete evidence to prove Zeki's statement. In the end, it boiled down to one thing: Zeki vs the man's word. In that moment, Charles realized the man never gave his name when everyone else had. Not once. How...suspicious, he thought then pushed it to the back of his mind for later.

When a card was offered to him, unlike Mai's gesture, Charles didn't reach for it immediately. Instead he mentally seemed to absorb Zeki's words as his head turned from the individual to their host, showing the accusation hadn't been completely ignored. Inhaling softly, his hand cautiously took the card and shoved it too into his back pocket. Either way, if what Zeki had said was true then by the night's end Szayeis would know the details of their plan and things would go horribly wrong in the end.

[color=#7bcbc8] “Currently I believe our host have provided everything we need to know but it might be a good idea to keep an ear to the ground. Anything changes, let us know promptly. I'm going to get into contact with...someone I know to make some arrangements,”[/color] Charles’ tone sounded unpleased by the individual, but no additional information was released to hint of their identity. He continued to grip Killian for support, adding one final word,[color=#7bcbc8] “First task is to get myself taken care of and that means heading home. Good night and I'll will see you all tomorrow.”[/color]

With that said, Charles ushered Killian, Azulia, Archene and himself out the door and into the car not far away.

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Hours passed before fatigue finally constricted and overwhelmed Charles. Trapped in a restless slumber, his mind awoke several times to readjust upon the narrow couch’s segmented cushions then drifted back to sleep. His arms and legs were spread out at odd angles for better comfort when daylight peered into the windows along the house front and side, illuminated every crease of darkness back into oblivion. Numerous smells, primarily bacon, eggs, and toast, wafted into the living room from the kitchens followed by sizzling as the bacon popped on its own grease within the frying pan. 

The combination had been enough to arouse Charles mind to surface as his eyes flickered underneath his lids, then cautiously opened. A mistake it was. Sunlight hit him fast and hard, his hand promptly snapped up to shield his bleary vision when the pain flooded his senses. The grogginess dulled in an instance. A soft groan escaped his dry lips and Charles gradually rose upright, his legs flipped over the edge. He let the soles rest upon the floor firmly before he upright onto them, his weight applied inch by inch to test his allowance upon his legs and relaxed when he could stand fully up. His wound last night had been completely healed when the seed kicked in during the car ride leaving him rejuvenated now. 

Unsure if Azulia was awake or not, Charles stumbled tiredly through the hallway and into the dining room.