Faolan nodded at Lucien's statements, it really was all he could manage at the moment. He tossed his boots to the ground, and absently took his shirt off before stretching out on the couch and yawning. [color=a36209]"See ya in the morning, lad."[/color] And, almost instantly, he drifted off to sleep.

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He slept all through the night. Exhausted as his body was, the sleep had done him good. He had trouble opening his eyes, but what truly woke him was the smell and sound of crackling bacon, oil, beignets and powdered sugar. His stomach growled loudly, and slowly Faolan's emerald eyes came to focus on the ceiling. 

He gave himself a moment before rising, yawning so hard that his jaw cracked. He winced slightly, then stretched, grabbed his shirt and made his way into the kitchen as he forced it down over his shoulders.