[center][h3][color=skyblue]இ [/color][color=#7BCDC8][i]ℭ [/i][/color][color=#57A3C6]h a r l e s[/color]  [color=#4E99C6][i]Λ [/i][/color][color=#3F88C6]e o n[/color][color=skyblue] இ[/color][/h3][hr][sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 2 ~ Morning[/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Charles House[/h3][/sub][/center]
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Charles stumbled. Promptly his leg smacked the hallway bench as his lips uttered out in a protesting grumble, giving his location away to Azulia and Killian. He hissed in frustration while he lowered himself upon the hallway’s dual seat bench and hunched over to roll his pant leg up. The stinging flesh shocked his uncooperative mind into awareness, the most unpleasant fashion in his opinion. His bleary eyes noted the discolored bruising on his pale skin. He frowned then gave another curse under his breath before he shoved down his pant leg and used the entrance arch to lift himself upright.

He stood to lean upon the elegant archway, to top shaped in a half oval and two stained glass windows on either side, and stared briefly at Azulia. The half Prae seemed to patiently been waiting for something. Charles tried to recall whatever memory tried to stir, but had little luck in his present condition and shrugged it off for the moment. Lazily he dragged his feet toward the kitchen’s wooden door then vanished through it. It swung back and forth in his wake, his shoes softly squeaked across the black and white patterned linoleum deeper into the kitchen. 

The warm scent of food washed over him and his mind swam to the surface, breaking for a moment. Immediately his attention turned to the counters and he stepped quickly toward it, grinding to a stop at the edge. His hand reached to the mugs dangling underneath the cabinets, a well worn one snagged then placed on the on the treated wood top. 

He then slid over a strange, tin box with a domed top and hand crank poked from the center of it. Someone that had enjoyed coffee during the eighteenth century would’ve recognized the device to be one of the earliest known coffee grinders. 

Charles’ hand snapped half the dome to the side, revealing an opening, then peered inside. Evidence of black power determined Killian had already started the process, his eyes shifted to determine the powder’s location. The glass container he usually filled had been topped off causing him to push the grinder away. Causally he inched his way toward the caste iron stove, mixed between modern and victorian design, and took a oven mitten sitting nearby. He reached for the boiling pitcher and removed the top, noting the coffee had been fixed correctly. Wordlessly, the professor poured the thick, tar substance into his mug. He followed it up with honey and cinnamon to add a little flavor. 

While he took his first real sip, he propped his rear back on the counter edge. The favors complimented each other in Charles’ taste causing him to lightly smile and take a deeper drink. Heat scorched the tongue’s top before the liquid disappeared down his, a warmth in its wake and spread throughout his system. His peripheral vision noted the plate of semi-warm toast in arm’s reach then slipped back to spy Killian still busy at the stove.

Charles pushed off the counter. He then fell into a crouching position to retrieve the tray in the narrow cabinet nearby. The metal rattled when he pulled it out and set it upon the table, his attention looked for additional items: his own mug, an empty one, the coffee jar, an additional small mason jar of homemade cocoa mix, and the pitcher from the stove. Before Killian could notice or protest, Charles snagged the toast plate on his way back into the dining room. 

He used his back to push the door open once more and spoke to Azulia,[color=#7bcbc8] “Killian will be bring out the eggs and bacon shortly. I figure you might be hungry enough to at least snack until then. Pardon, but I know we have business and my mind is still a little hazy from last night’s stress. I hope you like hot cocoa. If not, there’s coffee as well with honey and cinnamon.”[/color] 

The immortal then gestured for her begin ahead of him after he set the tray between them.