The Warrior had risen remarkably late that morning. Perhaps it was his injuries which forced him to do so - perhaps it was the fact sleeping in a bed was actually pretty comfortable. Even the fact that his dreams had tormented him through the entire night hadn't done anything to alter his state of unconsciousness. His body needed the rest.
But the Warrior eventually rose, the sound of Cam's shuffling, the TV, as well as the new voice waking him sharply. Coronamon was still fast asleep - annoyingly enough on his shield and brastplate. So, he checked his bandages before dressing, choosing only the maille he wore under his armor and his skirts. And he moved silently through the apartment, barefoot - yet with his sword. Of course with his sword. While he'd worked out from the things lying around the apartment he wouldn't be alone - the knock at the door could be anyone else.
Coming upon the youth and the older man, the Warrior remained just as silent as he glanced to them, his spare hand moving to push some silver hair from his face - occupied hand moving to silently place his sword on the nearest counter - indicating simply that he had little intent to use it after all.
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But the Warrior eventually rose, the sound of Cam's shuffling, the TV, as well as the new voice waking him sharply. Coronamon was still fast asleep - annoyingly enough on his shield and brastplate. So, he checked his bandages before dressing, choosing only the maille he wore under his armor and his skirts. And he moved silently through the apartment, barefoot - yet with his sword. Of course with his sword. While he'd worked out from the things lying around the apartment he wouldn't be alone - the knock at the door could be anyone else.
Coming upon the youth and the older man, the Warrior remained just as silent as he glanced to them, his spare hand moving to push some silver hair from his face - occupied hand moving to silently place his sword on the nearest counter - indicating simply that he had little intent to use it after all.
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