[center][color=9e0039][h2]Ruyn[/h2][/color]
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[color=f6989d]Ruyn woke to the sound of knocking. Lifting his head, he glared at his door, feeling grouchy. He hated to be woken up, and his healing process wasn't quite done yet. Growling deep in his chest (a trick that didn't require vocal change), he flung his door open, surprising the guard on the other side. The guard stared at Ruyn's bare, scarred chest (he didn't recall taking his shirt off) and angry lavender eyes, taking in the dog tags that hung around his neck, and swallowed nervously.

"Um," he said. "Kyle told me to tell everyone that there is a meeting in an hour and a half."

[color=9e0039]"Okay,"[/color] Ruyn slammed the door in his face, leaving the other male slightly miffed, but unsurprised. Ruyn was kinda known for being grouchy when he first wakes up. Ruyn ran a hand through his hair watching as it falls down below his collarbones. [color=9e0039]I need a trim,[/color] he thought. Sighing, he gathers up a black long sleeved shirt, dark blue jeans and military grade combat boots. He'd found the boots on a supply run a few months back, a lucky steal. He takes a shower, then dresses. The long sleeve is a little tight, but it's a thermal shirt, so it's supposed to be like that. He pulls his hair pack into a ponytail at the nape of his neck and heads out to find Kyle, snagging a few granola bars from the kitchen pantry as he does.

He finally located Kyle on the top of a building that had never been finished. Pulling himself onto the roof, Ruyn hums a good morning and tosses a granola bar at Kyle.

[color=9e0039][i]"Bonjour, mon ami,"[/i][/color] he says, opening his own bar. [color=9e0039]"Beautiful morning, [i]oui?"[/i][/color]

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