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Mugm laid awake on his bed. The sheets discarded to the side; bunched up. The shadow stared blankly up at the ceiling. Soft breathing coming from the other beds in the room.
The Brotherhood had never been something he intended to get attached to. More like something he had meant to use as a team which could not betray him without major consequence. Instead, he had gone against his own thoughts and gotten mildly attached.
He let out a soft, quiet sigh. Moving onto his side as he looked at the bed beside him where Puqi laid. She looked so peaceful compared to him. His thoughts messy while hers clear. Mugm wasn't sure why he was so envious but he was. Nails beginning to dig into the skin of his wrist. One stabbing into a closed wound. Reopening it to the cold room, bringing out a hiss from the shadow.
Ugh.
Sitting up, Mugm briefly scanned the room. Making sure that no one else had awoken before silently getting out of his bed. Making his way out of the shared bedroom and down the hallway to the bathroom.
His hand fumbled against the wall until he finally found the light switch. Flicking it on before carefully pulling the door open. Wincing slightly at the squeaking of the hinges. He went in, shutting the door behind him.
Mugm made sure not to look in the mirror. The shadow didn't even want to guess how horrid he looked so late in the night.
Whatever. Get back to the point!
He crouched down, his knees clicking in protest. The cut on his wrist still bubbling with blood on the pitch black surface of his skin. It felt a bit extreme to be getting a whole band aid for such a small scrape, but he didn't want any blood on his bed sheets.
First, one of the others would complain about the smell of slight iron. Secondly, his bed was the one part of his life that wasn't tainted with the blood of himself or others. Keeping it clean was a priority sometimes.
Pulling out the medical box kept in the bathroom, Mugm put it down on the cold tiles. Flicking open the clasps holding it shut before pushing the lid open. After about a minute of rummaging through the various different medical supplies in the box, Mugm finally found a band aid.
Of course it has dinosaurs on it, thanks a lot, Silva.
The shadow carefully put the band aid on his wrist, before humming in approval of the placement to himself. Twisting his wrist in different ways for a moment or two to double check the band aid would not come off.
Closing the box of medical items, he put it back where it rightfully belonged in the cabinet of the sink. Standing up and leaving the bathroom. Flicking off the light and once more shutting the door quietly behind him.
Mugm made his way back to the shared bedroom. Slipping back into the room undetected and laying back down on his now cold bed with a sigh. Pulling the covers over himself and shutting his eyes. Perhaps tonight he could get some sleep.
Thank god my skin is pitch black, my eyebags can not be looking okay right now.
After some hours of uncomfortable shuffling in the bed, Mugm eventually fell asleep. Though, not for so long as the sun began to rise shortly after. A quiet ticking going off. The team's alarm of sorts. Six in the morning. Like always.
Silva let out a groan, sitting up in his bed. Blinking his eyes open slowly. He'd never been a fan of morning, in all honesty. However, he'd been the one to suggest the early time of awakening so he didn't really have a word in the matter.
Nezoshoki, meanwhile, was still unconscious in his bed. The roses stitched on his bedsheets crumpled from his movement during the night.
''Ughh, do we have to get up. It's too early for this.'' Puqi complained, sitting up in her bed. Legs swinging over the edge as she then stood up. Grabbing a hairband and pulling her curly hair into a rough bun. Bits and pieces spilling out of the confines of the hairband but she didn't seem to care.
''Yeah, we do. Now, wake up Nezo, would you?'' Silvaasaur replied with a roll of his eyes. Getting up and leaving the room to probably go hog up the bathroom for a good twenty minutes doing 'the necessities' every morning required according to him.
''Whatever...on it, 'Captain'.'' Puqi mumbled. Scoffing yet still going over to Nezoshoki's bed and shaking the man awake as requested.
Mugm had been silently listening to the group. Still laying in his bed with his singular white eye shut. Preferring to pretend to still be succumbed to slumber rather than dealing with his teammates at such a time in the morning.
Oh dear, why did he choose to join a team?