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After a while of not seeing anybody and just sleeping all of the time since the mission of the Candy Lady got completed. Tariq sighed and mumbled a few things as he rolled around in bed. He looked around in the darkened room. He could see it was somewhat of a day outside since light was peeking in through the cracks of the dark heavy shades over the happily light window. Looking round a bit more he seemed to try and process everything like he has been asleep for a while. His eyes focusing on everything. Rubbing his temples as he lies on his chest he groaned a bit. Having a slight headache, he hissed slightly as he forced himself up onto his knees. He was only wearing dark grey worn out jeans. Pushing the rest of the blankets off from himself. Tariq moved over to the side of the bed and fell off from it. He sighed and just laid there. He seemed to be depressed about what still happened with the cases. Like something just ripped the rest of his heart out of his chest. Looking round a bit more as he rolled over on his back he looked up at the ceiling. [color=004b80]"I hate..."[/color] He paused [color=004b80]"...this..."[/color] He sighed and sat up and looked at the wall. A wall filled with pictures, documents, other important information pined and taped onto it. Strings leading to other pins and information. He nodded as he looked over. The whole team every single person's picture was hung up in a group picture on the wall. He slowly got up to his feet as he walked over to it. His fingers slightly gliding over the picture before he took his hand away and shook his head. Combing his hair with his fingers. Tariq made it over to his door. Before he got there he grabbed his wand. Opening the door. 

In the light his expression looked half dead, bags under his eyes, messy hair, partly dressed, and looked like he hasn't been out in the light at all as he covers his eyes with the back of his hand. Tariq looked terrible. 

Forgetting to shut his door....showing that his room was a complete mess. Usually neat, everything was scattered, papers slightly stack and messily organized all over the floor, pencils and pens thrown everywhere, rubbers on the ground, clothing other places, shoes not neatly placed by each other but thrown around or placed with mismatch shoes. Bed sheets now half of the bed, not even tucked into the corners but scrunched up into somewhat of a ball  on the bed and pillows not at the head but more towards the sides and middle of the bed. Not even including the objects half torn off the wall. It looked like somebody went crazy and just ruined the whole area of the dark lit room. Dust on everything as well. 

Moving towards the stairs, he peeked over the railing to see if anybody was down there which no one was. He was hungry his stomach growling and his body aching from putting himself under so much stress. Tariq silently went down the stairs as he went to the main kitchen and as he was in it. No one was in it at the moment and he looked around. [color=004b80]"Feels like forever since I let my room..."[/color] He mumbles as he slides his hand against the counter. Grabbing at his hair again he combs his fingers through it once more before opening the fridge and looking around in it. Lifting up his wand he swung it around and thought of something and mumbled a little. [color=004b80]"Ugh...mhm..."[/color] he groaned. Placing his wands tip right up against his temple he sighed. [color=004b80]"What was it again..."[/color] He moved the wand up and down a little scratching the side of his forehead a bit. [color=004b80]"Ah yes..."[/color] He shrugged his shoulders and waved the wand as edible items came from the fridge he closed the door and as he went over somewhere else he looked at something as his magic prepared the meal for him. Though he concentrated on it so he could cook the food without physically doing anything. Sitting down at the table in the kitchen. He leaned back and closed his eyes as he relaxed. His left hand propped up on the table with his wand grasped in it. His other hand cupping his knee. 

Tariq then began to mumble a few words before talking to himself. [color=004b80]"Ah, Tariq why do you do this to yourself?"[/color] He chuckled slightly. [color=004b80]"You just put yourself in pain....make things messy then you get over with it. Why not try another way of getting over with things?"[/color] He asked himself before he sighed heavily. He thought about his question. He nodded his head. [color=004b80]"Because, I don't want this happening ever again."[/color] He whispered and sat up opening his eyes. [color=004b80]"Lovely...I'm talking to myself..."[/color] He looked around. [color=004b80]"I really hope no one heard that..."[/color] He hissed out his words and rolled his head on his shoulders.