[i][indent]A few meters in the fog and Songbird had to admit that he was really stupid. First of all, who walks away without knowing where to go? Second, who the heck doesn’t bring peppermint oil for the lantern? Gee whiz. He sighed as the flames sputtered, his light source temporarily flickering, before delving deeper into parts unknown.[/indent][/i]
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Thankfully he hid his items somewhere nearby, so the retrieval wasn’t much of a hassle. When he returned to the cabin he was treated to both peace and quiet, both of which were sure signs that the humans were tucked in safely, though he had to wonder whether they carried out the order for hygiene to the letter. Ah well. Martini would have seen to that.

“Thanks. My arms were getting sore,” The item hunter couldn’t help but roll back on his heels and adjust the remaining items in his grasp, feeling a bit better now that Brandy relieved him of the better half of his load. He nodded at the bunny’s statement; sleeping together with someone in the same room was [i]hardly[/i] the worst thing that could happen to anyone, least of all him. He’d rather have a quiet nobody as a roommate rather than… Well… Let’s say, Martini or Dissonance, and even a lumpy mattress was ecstasy compared to the heap of dry nettles and plants he was accustomed to in his many travels. When the black bunny suddenly armed himself with a broom then stomped off to the kitchen, Songbird had ample time to [b]discreetly[/b] giggle at the noises that came through the closed door.[i] What a neat freak[/i]. Ah, but he didn’t mean that in a bad way, no. Brandy actually reminded the item hunter of several things he needed straightened out back home. 

Before he could even set himself to order, though, Songbird was immediately set upon by their mermaid companion. With a scowl (that had no real heat to it, in all honesty) on his face that more than said that he reviled taking orders from [i]anyone[/i], the item hunter trudged towards the bathroom. An hour later, he re-emerged with another scowl adorning his face. [b] Oh of course he just had to drop his shirt on the wet bathroom floor! Perfect! He could’ve picked it up and brushed it off, but nooooo. It was delightfully wet! Brilliant![/b] Dripping water on the floor, the white-haired nobody slung the damp towel over his head and ran upstairs. Despite the fact that most everyone was asleep he wasn’t going to take chances and wait for someone to see him streaking past half-naked. Thanks to this somewhat conservative belief, it took Songbird no less than five minutes to set himself to rights, which was more or less jumping in his assigned sleeping bag and then curling the covers around him. Wouldn’t his roommate be surprised at the bundle of cloth that resembled a cocoon?

Seconds ticked past and his vision dimmed. Soon, the nobody was drifting through his own dream world blissfully unaware of everything around him. His peace was disturbed when a series of nonsensical images ran past his mind, startling him from his sleep the same way a bucket of ice cold water could rouse anything to rage. Songbird’s eyes snapped open and he scrambled up, the covers falling from his shoulders. [i]What the…?[/i] As he tried to get used to the darkness, the nobody glanced around him to see whether everything was in order. Brandy had his back turned to him, and a quick look out the window told him that it was still deep in the night. Try as he might he couldn’t recall what woke him up, only that it inspired a thick black [i]feeling[/I] within him, one which never flitted upon him before such that he couldn’t express the sensation properly in words. After a few minutes of trying to calm down (and remember the dream), Songbird gave up and then burrowed under the bag again. They had work to do tomorrow, and what time he spent trying to chase a fleeting fantasy could be clocked to better use with some shut-eye.
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Next morning was better, waaaay better. Songbird woke up refreshed and calm, in no small part thanks to the shower he had earlier, and although the morning air had annoying effects on his exposed skin, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to bear with the cold. Still, he was hugging himself by the time he was attempting to wake Brandy- by nature, the item hunter loathed the cold- and his one-armed gestures were soon accompanied by various calls. “Wake up, wake up!” He trilled, shoving Brandy to one side. He didn’t even budge. Songbird groaned. After more moments of talking with the bunny, he decided to wing it and do what birds do best- [i]sing[/i].

[b]Yeah except he was a freaking hybrid between an ice cube and a goose (*cough* goosebumps *cough*) by this time thanks to the temperature, and his throat wasn’t a trooper.[/b]

Said melody ended up in something resembling a strangled choke. Songbird turned pink and covered his mouth. “N-nevermind. Just get up!” He screeched (wonders of wonders, his voice cooperated!) before gathering his clothes in his arms then hurtling downstairs for a much-needed hot shower. After this he was going to prepare food for the humans- or at least, [b]request[/b] help with preparing breakfast for the humans.

In mere moments he was showered and dressed. After a dumbstruck look at the sparkling kitchen, Song reached for the ready-made stuffs he brought over last night and prepared one of the many dishes he would that early morning. He rolled up his sleeves, still uncomfortable with the clothes Martini supplied him with. After all, from triple-layered coats and thick scarves, now he was was wearing a simple and thin wool sweater with the very make and mystery of the starry night sky, sleek black pants that hugged his lower body quite snugly, and high boots that were clearly made with broad consideration for both form and function. Another nobody would compliment Martini's modish choice of clothing for him, but Songbird... Well...

He felt [i]naked[/i].