[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cca78e]Giosue Zino[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/hsXNEbtl188ZG/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville Au Camp: Room 200->202
[b]Skills: The Watch Act III: Time Sense[/b][/center][hr]
	The traps had been laid, now all he needed to do was calmly make his way back to his room on the other side of the floor and get tucked in and sleep. That's all that was left for him to do for the night. And yet, when he turned around to leave Nancy's room, he happened to notice something that had slipped past on his way in: one of her blouses had simply been carelessly tossed on the floor, crumpled up and left to wallow in filth. Gio knew that if he did something about it, it would be a dead giveaway that he had been here. But it bothered him that it was there, even if chances were that within the next half hour it would be reset back into a closet or dresser. He couldn't just leave it where it laid.

	Gio tapped his foot as he stared at the offending garment. He should have the time to do something with it before Nancy returned, but maybe with the new hands they'd actually managed to get the task of clearing out the guests faster than they normally did. The Emendator quick glanced at his bare wrist, as if the figmentary watch therein would tell him something he didn't already know. A few tortured, indecisive moments passed before he snapped. It bothered him too much. Giosue picked up the blouse, smoothed it out as best as he could and precisely, but gingerly folded it up into a smooth, squared package, putting it to rest directly onto a dresser.

	Neurosis calmed, The Watch hastily fled the scene of the crime and returned to his room. The day had been quite thoroughly draining, and although technically he would live it again the next day, it was a relief that it was over now. In the solitude of his room, he disrobed down to his underwear, performed a few light stretches and carefully slid in between the bed covers (He was not the type to carelessly throw into disarray the sheets that he had carefully put into place just that morning. Furthermore, they seemed to be more inviting, more comfortable when left as flat as possible).