Damien left Jeremiah to his own things as he headed to his bedroom to change out of his work clothes, since they weren't doing any work today. He headed to his office as Vez hopped off his back and headed off to her perch in the office as Damien closed the door.
He pulled open his laptop and started it up as he moved around to grab some things, he grabbed his home notebook and placed it by the laptop, he needed to figure out something for dinner for the two of them, did he ask Jeremiah if he had any allergies? He'd ask him later on, letting him settle in before pestering him with questions.

Once his laptop turned on and he logged in, he moved to quickly grab his notebook before he started to order what they needed from the supermarket. While Axemouth seemed to be vaguely behind the times, at least it had delivery in terms of supplies and food.
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He was glad to have gotten dinner and groceries done the night before, he allowed Jeremiah to eat wherever he wanted; he wanted the man to be as comfortable as he could, and as long as he followed the simple rules of not going into the places that were marked with the X, they would be on good terms.

It was morning, and Damien was up before sunrise. He had walked down the basement stairs early on; if Jeremiah was awake he'd be able to feel a pulse of old [i]old[/i] magic. Damien didn't stay downstairs for long, coming up quickly to have a shower after locking the doors.
He showered and dressed quickly, back into his work clothes with his large jacket over his body.

Once he was finished with his shower he moved to the kitchen to boil the jug, enough water for two cups of coffee or tea, if Jeremiah wanted anything when he woke up.
While the jug boiled, he moved to the fridge as Vez coiled around his legs. "Yes, hold on." He said down to her as she swayed her tail with a small bell chime, Damien moved to grab a small cut of steak- before he was able to put it onto her plate, Vez hopped up with a flap of her wings and grabbed it from Damiens' grip and quickly ran out of the room with it; a small bell-like laugh eechoing in the air. "Asshole." Damien said with a chuckle as he moved to wash his hands and start making himself some bacon and eggs for breakfast.