After they had finished their training, Wallflower and Charon went their separate ways.
For him, that meant heading back to his apartment and getting some much-needed sleep after yet another rough day.
His footsteps were heavy as they echoed on the wooden staircase, even more so when he made it to the landing with his floor. The toll of his training sat on his bones like a weight, every motion feeling like an uphill battle.
Lights were brightly lit above him, giving off a faint hum that reminded him of a generator.
'And to think I was worried about electricity before coming here.'
Looking up just before inserting his key into the door, he paused just in time to notice standing across the hall, staring at him. A small stack of books was tucked under his arm, as well as a brown bag that Charon assumed held food.
Feeling it would be awkward not to say anything, he offered a small smile.
"Hey, Emerius, what are you doing?"
