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Leon had never slept with curtains. He never saw the need. Privacy was no issue and having the sun wake him up was one of the most pleasant parts of his day. Like an alarm clock that provides a warm hug instead of the harsh noises that rip you from sleep. In fact, the only time he slept with curtains drawn is when his company insisted.

The first rays of dawn kissed Leon’s face letting him know it was time to get up. But his waking was hardly peaceful. Leon woke with a slight shortness of breath and a headache as if he had been drinking. It wasn't a good feeling, such was the consequence of using all of his magic energy last night. Leon thought back to the rose he had turned purple. If he hadn’t done that, he wouldn’t be experiencing this right now.

Why did he do that? Was it for general adoration? No, he wouldn’t need to change the rose for that. Was it so that he could eventually date that girl? No, because otherwise he would have at least asked her name. It was for some kind of satisfaction that Leon himself couldn’t quite grasp or define. Still, just because he couldn’t define something doesn’t mean it is any less worthy of pursuit. Leon would take his magic hangover again and again for such a thing.

The expression Leon wore upon waking was a much more exhausted one. Rubbing his face as he got out of bed and stumbled to the mirror. He chucked on some stylish black pants and shoes to match. A few gold bands on each wrist, a necklace with the symbol of Ipte on it, and styling his hair just write. There was only one last thing to do. Eyes closes, Leon gave a long exhale in front of the mirror. When he opened them again, he was back to his regular self, chipper and optimistic with that characteristic smile. He was finally ready to leave his room, forgoing any shirt or covering for his top half. Jewellery and lean muscles were enough, it was the morning after all.

From the looks of things, Leon was the first ones up. Such a thing was expected when you wake up at the crack of dawn. With the light steps of a dancer, Leon made his way down the stairs and out the backdoor to see a very small backyard. It was only a garden full of various fruits and vegetables. At least, that’s what Leon hoped as he was unable to recognize any of those plants.

Hopefully, Zeno Moonlight didn’t have a problem with Leon sitting in her garden because he was doing it anyway. He spent most of the sunrise basking in the glow while eating a fruit he didn’t recognize but it tasted delicious.

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Leon’s sun meditation was disturbed by someone from the kitchen. By the sounds of it, Jomurr was already up and clearly bothered by something… again. Leon did know how long he could last with someone of that temperament. It seemed every little then produced a frown on the young lord. Maybe it was worth trying to show him the brighter sides of life. Hopefully, it could turn his disposition around for the better. It was unlikely he'd accept though. For now, he had to deal with regular old Jomurr. With a last meditative breath out, Leon rose from the garden.

[color=fff200]“That is quite the list of food, Jomurr.”[/color] Leon stood in the kitchen taking a sip of some water he set aside earlier. [color=fff200]“I hope you don’t expect for us to finish all that this morning.” [/color]

Leon took the note on the table and gave it a skim. Zeno Hamir Zemana, eh? Nothing sparked to Leon's mind about him. Unsurprising considering how little attention Leon gave the ceremony until his own name was called. [color=fff200]“Maybe we can share it with Zeno Zemana’s group. You wouldn’t know anyone in that group, would you? I hope they’re cool.”[/color]


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