igneil slept quietly until the ruckus or everyday like awoke him. his head seems glowed to the floor mat with his drool and his hair more a mess than normal. Slowly he rose hating who ever made the noise outside for taking away his favorite thing to do. igneil quickly dressed and straightened his hair to the best he could as he walked towards his divions head quaters. Food for breakfast were not possible, seeing as he was very broke.