[Center][Color=Thistle][h2]Damien[/h2][/color][/center]
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Damien glowered at Quartz as his favorite cream microfiber plush throw, the linens, woven acrylics, and other layers of blankets were stripped away. His nostrils flared angrily but he was still feeling too groggy to think of a comeback yet. He wouldn't forget this though, no, he was certain that [i]karma[/i] would enact it's justice on them in the near future. 

He begrudgingly propped himself up to a sitting position when Kajirah leaned into the doorway and hollered at him. [Color=Thistle]"I think this is a very inconsiderate way to be treating a [i]friend[/i] right now, but whatever, that's [i]fine[/i]. I'll play along with your little games."[/color] He rose up from his pull out bed, the light grey peusdo-matress frame making various squeaking noises as he got up. He lumbered over to the closet and unenthusiastically flipped through the clothing articles hanging up before picking a out a shirt that was probably Quartz's and a nice pair of black slim jeans (those were his). 

He sat back down on the edge of his bed, not looking anymore awake than before, and messed with his hair. He could hear the commotion going on between Kejirah and Aulora. [i]Maybe I should go turn off the water heating...no, that's not clever enough. I'll come up with something later. [/i]