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Alexander loudly yawned as he finally decided to leave the comfort of his blankets, the clear lack of enthusiasm in his face as he got up and stretched his arms denoting that the act of leaving his bed was considerably bothersome for him. As soon as he actually managed to get in his feet, he instantly moved his right hand towards the hanger seemingly floating besides his bed, pulling the cloak awkwardly hanged in it and putting it in a movement so ridiculously swift motion that clearly demonstrated how familiar he was with doing so as he tried to quickly shield himself from the cold environment of the independent space he used as bedroom - something he set up himself due to his love for being warmly dressed in a cold environment - and quickly fixed his hair as a minor preparation to the incoming dreadful day. He didn't even bother with bathing or anything like that, as he wasn't really unclean to start with and, knowing the seraph he regarded as an old friend, Camael would make him a part of the training and, thus, turn any attempt of tidying himself into a wasted effort, choosing to maintain his casual clothing - a large sleeved, loose fitting gray shirt and similarly styled white pants - and the white cloak that he recently came to favour instead of his usual attire.

He once more yawned as he properly inspected the space around the building - a quick measure he took solely for the sake of convenience, as the sigils he placed in the building would warn him if something unusual was going on - quickly dismissing the spell as he noticed that nothing special was going on, with the sole unusual thing being the usual scavenger - a male human that he found out to be somehow amusing due to his tendencies of scavenging their junk in despite of looking healthy, showing no signs of doing that for food or profit - was seemingly more adamant in trying to make sense out of the building, an innocent act that he didn't feel like reproaching. Instead, he felt more tempted to mess with one specific youngling that dared to loudly criticize his carefully set defenses without even knowing how they worked - quite the dangerous thing to do when the whole building was under the protection of carefully set sigil crafted by Alexander.

He immediately proceeded opened a small tear in the "wall" of the independent space linked to the building, silently making his way through it towards the small group gathered in the hall - consequently causing the opening of a similar tear there. [color=1b1464]"Good morning, everyone."[/color] He said, deciding to appear directly besides Alice mostly as a convenience, as it gave him the opportunity to make mess out of her disheveled hair through the convenient act of patting her head - hopefully enlightening her about how she forgot to fix her bed hair - before he faced Chris, directing his first words in the day to the former police officer. [color=1b1464]"Quite the warped thing to be worried about, Christoffer. This wasn't meant to be a competition."[/color] He said, finding the attitude of the youth somehow excessive. [color=1b1464]"Besides, you're the second to arrive. Alice lives here, she didn't need to arrive to start with."[/color] He continued, stopping to once more pat the soft hair of the young girl next to him before he once more turned his gaze to face the boy as his eyes turned sharp.[color=1b1464]"And, before I forget... Avoid criticizing the defenses of the building if you don't know how they work. It makes me tempted to make you test the defensive measures with your own body."[/color] He finished, the sharp gleam in his eyes instantly vanishing as he indulged himself in the soft sensation transmitted to his right hand as he patted Alice's hair, what made him return to his usual carefree act.