Cearney had long learned that the prime time to collect things was when no one else was awake--or, at least, when very few would be. Most creeple wouldn't notice if things left in the common room disappeared overnight, right under their noses. Admittedly, it also kept him out of trouble, and after being shoved bodily across the room by Sayael after class he really wasn't in the mood for trouble.
At all.
He plucked up an item and shoved it into his messenger bag.
9:30HM : Creepteria
Not a day went by where he didn't miss the food at home. He wasn't sure what this stuff was, but he certainly didn't like it. Half-heartedly, Cearney sat at a table, poking his food with a fork.
It made noises back.
4:00HE : Library
Admittedly, Cearney was not the biggest fan of libraries. There was nothing inherently wrong with them, but Cearney would rather be in a place where creeple were not so well-behaved. All the quiet meant it was much harder to sneak around.
He needed to do research for some homework, though, so he was sat at a table with a book open, thumbing through it and occasionally smacking it down in an attempt to find the necessary information.
8:30HE : Amityville Springs
After classes and homework, Cearney quickly resumed being a creature of comfort. He wasted no time making his way behind the undead dorms, settling himself in comfortably, and closing his eyes for a bit. Aah.
There were certainly a lot of things he could do without at Amityville, but they got some things right. This was definitely one of them.
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