Amano has a restful night of sleep, his dreams light and easy with only a few faint flickers to the horrors inflicted upon him not two days prior. He wakes with a yawn, his eyes quickly skating around the room, and with a grin he realizes he was right. [i]'I managed to wake before he came to roust me, even as tired as I was last night. I knew the early morning training schedule would come in hand later in life. I am glad I kept it!'[/i] Chuckling lightly he springs from his bed, fully awake in his giddiness. He knows this little idea of his will most likely not impress Illiendi, however the childish side of him wishes to try it none the less. More for his amusement than any other reason. 

Shivering slightly in the cool morning air he stalks quickly about his room, dabbing on some light pleasant cologne as all nobles are expected to use these days, and quickly makes his way over to where Illiendi had left that outfit he'd picked out the night before. The faint light growing behind his thick plush curtains urges him to hurry, but despite his haste he makes sure to put on each piece with care and precision. [i]'I wonder what he will be thinking. Knowing him, he will not really comment on it from a personal point of view, however despite his lack of true expression of 'himself', I am sure he has his own opinions on things that he simply does not feel the need to share'[/i] He chuckles lightly wandering over to his wardrobe.

Opening it he looks at himself the best he can in the near darkness before doing his hair up in the custom ponytail his father always urges him to wear with his length of hair after brushing it. However as he turns to close the door, the hair ribbon feeling hay hanging from his head due to his not being use to wearing it, he pauses. Turning back to the mirror the faint light silhouettes his frame and for a long moment he stares at his reflection with furrowed brows. Reaching up he slowly slides the ribbon off, shaking his head so that his hair falls into it's customary position framing his face. Tucking most of the hair behind his ears he leaves his bangs as they are to either side of his face before granting himself a soft smile.

“I am going to be my own man, not the man my father wishes me to be.” He nods at his reflection before once more running the brush through his hair to straiten it out, tucking it back into place as he closes the thick wooden door. Still smiling he takes his shoes and moves them around to the side of the bed he normally climbs out on and carefully pulls back the covers. Giggling at his silly idea Amano chides himself fr still being such a child before carefully climbing into bed and covering himself up to his neck. Laying on his back he makes sure not to lay so his clothing will wrinkle and his hair knot. He breaths slowly, drawing himself back into his sleeping rhythm before his eyes slowly close, giving the illusion that he is still asleep.

[i]'Not that he will be fooled. He is a demon after all. For all I know, he was aware the moment I opened my eyes this morning. . .But just perhaps, I may be doing something unexpected. Even if this not be the case and he knows of my every movement, I will at least have amused myself this, the first real morning of my new life'[/i] It is not long after he is finally settled that the click of his door opening forces him to suppress a grin. He keeps his breathing under control despite his wish to breath deeply the scent of his morning meal. [i]'Oh, this smells as delicious as dinner. I must remember to keep up my daily workout routine least I get fat off all this divine food he seems intent on feeding me'[/i] The soft sound of something being set down followed by the sound of footsteps heading for his window make the young man brace himself.

The first morning rays are always the most beautiful, but the most annoying at the same time. [i]'They are beautiful, however why do servants insist on them flashing to life all at once like this?'[/i] He suppresses a groan as the sudden light makes him closed his eyes a little harder but as soon as he's sure he can tolerate it he opens them slowly. He looks over to Illiendi, still standing by the window but now turned to face him. He smiles with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “Good morning Illiendi. I pray you night went well?” Carefully he sits up, still making sure not to upset his outfit, and rolls the covers down to his lap. Lacing his fingers together he stretches them above his head before bringing them down to res on the covers crossing his legs and smiling once more at the demon. The papers from the night before are strewn across his blankets, tossed a bit as he rolled in his sleep. “What is that delectable smell?”