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[color=A9A9A9] Once the fight was over, Wraith had returned to the tower for rest and lunch. He phased through the wall of the building, into the window that he had memorized as his own. His apartment, bare and mostly untouched, wasn't very welcoming. He had kept the default decor, not caring to personalize it. What was he going to do? Put up family photos? 

Ka'van shifted back, his grey cloak disappearing and the black that engulfed his body fading to the normal grey. He headed quietly to the bathroom to take a quick shower and change jumpsuits. He pulled off the tacky unitard they were given to wear and placed it on the counter. He got the hot water going and stepped into the shower stall.

As cold natured as Ka'van was, he loved the feeling of warmth. His bed had a heat blanket on it all year round, and he was known to enjoy the hot tub by the swimming pool. He stood in the shower for a moment and just let the hot water run over him before he seemed to remember why he was there. He seemed distracted. He couldn't stop thinking about that kid he'd saved; how things like that almost made this whole captivity situation worth it. At least he was still saving people, right? Ka'van scrubbed up with the Horizon issued shampoo and body wash, then, eventually, got out. 

Once he was dry, it was right back into another jumpsuit. Ka'van headed out of his apartment and to the cafeteria. He rarely ever cooked for himself. Ka'van was still unfamiliar with Earth food, and learned the hard way that many of them didn't agree with his digestive track. Meat, for one. 

He collected a lunch of hummus, pita chips, and fruit salad. Ka'van ate the fruit, except for the grapes, and about half of the hummus. He was never too hungry anymore. It was somewhere about the time that he was dumping his tray and heading out that he got the call from Ricardo. Which he ignored. Ka'van was known for ditching training sessions a good 95% of the time. He really only ever attended the Horizon mandatory ones. 

Speaking of mandatory, it was time for his monthly physical. The heroes at Horizon always received physicals, but how often tended to vary. Seeing as he was an alien species that they knew almost nothing about, he got them fairly frequently. It was the usual affair: Weigh in, blood drawn, eyes checked, ears checked, a quick questionnaire. 

"You've lost three pounds since your last exam. Are you trying to lose weight?" The doctor asked, peering over his clipboard. 

"Not really." 

The doctor wrote something down on the clipboard, then flipped the page. "You'd lost two pounds at your last physical." The doctor peered at him again, accusingly. 

Ka'van shrugged. It wasn't like he was doing it intentionally; how was it [i]his[/i] fault? 

The doctor wrote again. "I'm going to suggest a daily routine of protein supplements, one at breakfast and one at dinner. You can have either drinks or bars as long as they have at least 20 grams of protein each."

Ka'van nodded. 'Suggested' usually meant he didn't have any say in the matter anyway. The doctor wrote the instructions down and handed them to him, like he was an idiot or something, and sent him on his way. Ka'van headed out, stuffing the paper in his pocket. He was a bit peeved at the situation. Maybe if he wasn't caged here like some sort of servant, he wouldn't have these problems. He'd been perfectly healthy before Horizon snatched him up. 

He realized that his emotional scale was teetering towards anger. Perhaps he should meditate some more. Ka'van changed his course towards the rooftop park. That was his favorite place to spend time when he needed to center himself. [/color]