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 With blurry eyes Drake tried to focus as the near-sleeping trance was broken by the presence of someone else. However before he could even fully process it, he saw food, the distinct smell of the muffin now mere inches away from him. As he took hold of the breakfast item, he noticed the pale, strange hand, and looked up to find the co-worker vampire himself, or at least he gave Drake the impression of a vampire. "Mithias, right?" Drake spoke with a weary look of exhaustion, he smelt of charcoal and wood, which wasn't exactly a pleasant scent unless you happened to love the outdoor, happened to be a pyromaniac, or had some weird fetish with trees or burning things. Above all else he was clearly deprived of sleep and beating with sweat, evident by his moistened skin and bags under his eyes.

Getting up, now motivated with the trapping aroma of food, he kept eye contact with Mithias. "How long was I out?" he said before taking a bite out of his breakfast. it had just occurred to him that they were the only ones there in the lobby. "Is there a meeting?"