After Creighton had heard the leader's sob story, (And, admittedly, found a tiny bit of sympathy with him.) he opted to stay with them in the guest room so graciously offered to him. Once he was in there, he set his coat aside, which dissipated immediately once he willed it to and crashed onto the bed. Just...feeling it. Feeling the plushness of feathers in a sack, of woven together cloth creasing beneath his fingers. Something he hadn't had the chance to touch in a few years...at least not a real one. Broken matresses never counted for a good night's sleep. Just smelling it for a bit, Creighton relaxed atop it, sprawling out and sighing contently. His stomach groaned and roared as he tried to sleep, and, after a few punches to his own gut and a single cracker left in his pant's pocket, he settled into sleep, awkwardly curling up on the bed like a territorial animal, and resting his ear on the pillow. [i]"...Reminds me of home..."[/i] he lamented.

[h1]The Next Morning[/h1]

Waking and yawning, Creighton cracked his back by pushing his hips out and held his stomach. Comfort did usually make one long for food...

Glaring at the door, he threw his sacred gear back onto his back, the rats writhing in hunger and anticipation. And, a few doing the potty dance. Sprinting off to the restroom, Creighton relieved himself, having one of those urinations that become the highlight of the morning. Zipping up and washing his hands, he soon went into the kitchen to find that he was the only one still there. Somewhat suspicious, he started rummaging around for food, eventually finding some very basic saltine crackers. Jamming a few into his mouth, his eyes went wide as he heard someone enter again. Backing up to the wall once Zeke entered, he was huddled in a corner, crouching on his knees with an entire package's worth of saltine crackers in his mouth. Staring for about a good minute, he rushed to the sink and washed them down, panting after he was done swallowing. [b]"...Paa...Paa...Fucking...crackers...are amazing..."[/b]

Running a hand over his face once to brush the water into the sink, he leans against it, facing Zeke and acting like he didn't see any of that. [b]"Hasn't changed a damn thing about what I want to do. I want to get stronger, strong enough to take on an entire chessboard, and then I can get my payback."[/b]