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[Morning. Somewhere around 9:45AM. Sun is shining, breeze is blowing, and Heero... is sorely tempted to roll over and try going back to sleep. He'd spent most of the night sleeping on a hair trigger, meaning the slightest movement of anything woke him right back up -- fully -- and kept him that way for quite a bit until he could manage "sleep" again. Regardless, he has standards, so it's Time To Get Up. And besides, going to sleep when the sun is beating down right in your face through a hole in the curtains is always substantially difficult.

10:00AM, he's dressed -- even though his room is blistering cold, no thanks to the shattered glass all over the floor. He sighs heavily as he makes his way to the kitchen, stopping near Duo for a moment. He contemplates waking him up... .... ...but decides against it in favor of finding food.

He has no idea what he's going to do with today, other than try to avoid being seen by Angels...]