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[color=skyblue]A knock reverberated through the door, despite the fact that the entrance had been left open for the aromas of homecooked--or as close to homecooked one could get away from home--breakfast to make their way down the hall. Having been presented with this particular dilemma of options [color=cyan][i]Do I just walk in? Man that seems kinda rude...[/i][/color] Liam had elected to default back on the safe side of things. Still, the smell of fresh-cooked food was far to enticing to ignore entirely. It was the very same reason his pace had quickened as he approached the apartment, a bounce in his step that proceeded the grin spreading across his face.

Mr. Highwind was a thoughtful person, for sure.

"[color=cyan]Hey'all,[/color]" Liam grinned from the doorway, addressing the occupants of the apartment with a bright expression that was mainstay for the demigod. He had one foot just outside the threshold, and a hand on the doorframe as if unsure if he should enter or not.

"[color=cyan]Sorry I'm late,[/color]" he continued, giving a small shrug of embarrassment, glancing over to address Jonas specifically for a moment, "[color=cyan]Got your text in the middle of a set, made my way here as fast as I could though![/color]"

Liam wasn't one to make excuses, even so his story appeared to check out just fine, all things considered. Especially given the tanktop and gymshorts currently making up his early morning attire while a pair of headphones hung from his neck. Of course, that was without mentioning the matted condition of his blonde hair, nor the half-full water bottle that he had lazily held slung over his shoulder with his free hand. As far as appearances went, Liam's current state was a good indicator for how he had spent the early morning hours.

After the rather... frustrating events of the prior night Liam had taken it upon himself to deal with it the best way he knew how. A night of sleeplessness was helping no one, least of all him. With that in mind he had spent the better part of the early morning hours at the campus' gym, figuring as per usual for him that restlessness was best put to good use by actually [i]putting it to use[/i]. A workout offered a more productive way of coping, one that he could, in the worst case scenario, feel somewhat accomplished at the end of. A feeling that was rather noticeably lacking from the conclusion of the skirmish that had occurred of the night before.

The lack of any real closure, and the abruptness with which it had ended left a pit in his stomach, it was almost worse than them actually [i]losing[/i] the fight. Even if that may have implied more than just losing a brawl. Why the staff felt the need to intervene was beyond his understanding, Liam had a really good feeling about their chances. It was a sight to witness his peers working together so closely to defeat a foreign threat to their home away from home. If the situation hadn't been so dire, he might've actually admitted to himself that he had been [i]enjoying[/i] himself.

Instead, they got reprimanded, and to top it off were forbidden to even speak about the entire thing.

All in all, not a great look.

"[color=cyan]Smells great![/color]"[/color]

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