Location: Charles’s home
Time: Day 3, About 5:00 am
Killian grumbled as his phone alarm clock’s ringtone filled the usually quick air. His eyes shifted towards the annoying thing, making his nose wrinkle in disgust, as a hand slammed against the bloody object. A small groan worked up from the young man’s throat as every bone in his body seemed to crackle and pop. What time did he get home last night from the fair? He wondered as sleep lingered inside his mind. Oh, right it was about midnight when the human dropped off Emma. So perhaps maybe about 12: 30 am?
He slowly worked his body from the professor’s bed, making a mental not to never sleep half way on the floor again. A simple stretching motion made more bones crackle causing another groan. ” I really need to fix that sleeping habit of mine.” He mumbled.
The young man hurried around the house gathering his school things and such. He even pinned a note to the refrigerator telling CHarles and Azulia that he was picking up a friend. And with that done Killian left the house and worked his way back to Emma’s house.