Buzz…..buzz….buzz… 

Slowly the phone rattled its way over the nightstand, humming over half-finished sheet music and a demonology book carelessly left open. It danced along the edge, dutifully sounding out over and over, despite being blatantly ignored by its owner. Finally, it toppled over, pulling the stack of papers and an empty bottle onto the lump under the covers. Groaning and muttering angry threats under his breath, the ebony-haired man poked his head out from under the blanket and groped about for the device, scattering papers and books onto the floor in the process. Once firmly in his grasp, he brought the obnoxiously bright screen to his face and squinted blearily at it for a few seconds before the upside-down letters on it made sense. Sighing, he tapped the call button. After getting the brief message from Claes, he grunted a response, probably something along the lines of "Be there in a few." and ended the call. 

Sighing, he mustered the strength to sit up. What time was it? Probably late, judging by the light filtering through the blinds. The night owl yawned and stretched before sliding out of bed and starting a quickened version of his routine- dressing, cleaning up, giving his snakes fresh water and searching for the keys he swore he just had in his hands. Before long, he was out the door, starting up his one-eyed red jeep and heading out to the meeting place. He was about halfway when he got another call telling him they were heading to the scene already. He checked his watch. It had been about fifteen minutes since he was told to meet them at the cafe- impatient much? He rolled his eyes, but gave confirmation, memorizing the address before hanging up. He stopped into the coffee shop anyway, then headed out to the scene, steaming cafe breve in hand as his aged vehicle rattled down the road.