[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cca78e]Giosue Zino[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/ygyK5d5bjNsas/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp: Main House: Room 202[/center][hr]

The Watch slept and then the Watch rose from his slumber. It was 6am on the dot. He knew this in the way one knew how many fingers were on their hand, yet he took a moment to look at the clock he had mounted up on the wall. He didn't actually bother to read it, the thing was completely inert, solidified at 9:48 indefinitely; it was left up simply for the purpose of keeping up appearances. A watch need not external forces to know when it was. 

Giosue always woke up at the same time, not a second earlier, not a picosecond later. That's not to say that he only ever woke up at the same time every single day stretching back to the beginning of his consciousness. But he always roused when he wanted or needed to be awake. And he happened to like waking up half an hour before dawn.

Having opened his eyes to the world around him, the Emendator went about his morning routine. He had each step down to a system. A science contained far too many errors to adequately describe the machine-like fluidity with with he went about his morning. Brushing his teeth took 138 seconds. Shaving another 623. Applying deodorant and cologne was a mere 75 seconds. It was around this time that he heard dear Nancy calling on the other side to hurry up. A bit earlier than usual, but she had probably woken up earlier due to her excitement for the big day. A quiet giddiness fluttered about in his stomach as well, but he couldn't let that throw off his rhythm. 

Lastly he suited up, a process that expended 317 seconds, which when combined with the 47 seconds it took to get out of bed before starting his day and to leave his room, brought him to 6:20 exactly. Right when he had planned to leave the night before.

[color=cca78e]"Good morning, my dear,"[/color] Giosue greeted Nancy as he stepped out of his room, a spring in his heel, and a parasol tucked under the pit of his arm. [color=cca78e]"Did you come over to do some last minute preparations for [i]that[/i]?"[/color] [i]It[/i] was a bit of fun that the two of them had concocted as a way of livening up the experiences of the confused newcomers that Eve happened to bring into their humble abode. There likely wasn't anyone around to hear their conversation and ruin the surprise, but he wasn't going to take the chance that some fresh-faced Paradox happened to escape Alicia's grasp, get lost within the manor and stumble into the conversation.