"I hear that," Aria yawned as she shut her eyes again. The stray cat stretched his front legs out on Cronic's chest, sleeping on him in the form of a lazy sphinx.

"...See you in the morning, buddy. If not Oblivion or whatever..."

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Daylight shone through the shop windows by this time in the morning. It was dim, probably not even 7AM yet. Aria was out back, practicing with a wooden variant of her Akaviri blade. She kept her laboured breathing as quiet as she could, but coupled with breaking the air so quickly and powerfully, she could be heard by Cronic at least. It was the first day of the working week again, and this was routine. It was freezing out this early, and in a shirt more so, but the young warrior was keeping herself warm by swinging that sword again, and again, and again...

The stray was still sprawled out over Cronic's chest, stretching every time Aria's breathing found it's sensitive ears and woke him up.