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No, it was definitely not intentional for Key to fall asleep in the library. It was just... unfortunate, yeah, pretty much unfortunate. She longed to see Vito the last night, but she restrained herself, knowing well she had to learn for her studies, or she wouldn't make it this year. Repeating however wasn't an option. Key just wanted to hurry up and graduate, use it for getting a proper job in the criminal division then work as an investigator eventually, like she always wanted. That dream however, seemed still so far away. Studying was obviously not her piece of cake.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to uphold her head, clearing her vision -- Just to slump her head back on her arms upon the table and close her eyes, again. Her arms and legs were stiff, and she couldn't feel anything with her butt for that had to endure the hard chair through the night. She just couldn't find any motivation to stand up, but eventually she did, listlessly, walking out of the library right into her room, slumping down on her comfortable bed. She stared into the direction of her table and rested her eyes on the little picture wherein she and Vito are seen together. Not of the best quality, but enough to make Key's spirit awaken and motivated enough to go to the kitchen downstairs, urging to eventually pass by Vito.

While she stepped down the stairs which seemed to be countless therefore she started to get hungry, she heard the noises coming from the kitchen and couldn't seem to recognize three of whose voices she heard. It's weird, although Key knew nothing along the lines of music and tones; she can still recognize the differences between one another, despite that to be a quite corrupted way to interpret it. Anyhow, Key entered the kitchen with alert and saw two individuals she never seen before... in addition to the one strangely popping out of the other. How interesting, she merely thought and smiled politely to the both of them.

"Good morning everyone. New residents, I suppose? Greetings to both of you, my name's Key." She introduced herself calm like always, attempted to offer them her hand and further observe them as then she noticed Vito over there ... shirtless. "Waah- VITO! A- aren't yo- you cold?" For every other person, other men, she would have a rather distant and cold attitude even uncaring most definitely, but seeing Vito without shirt... how nice and se-- "C-come! I-it isn't good for you to w-walk around l-like that... even worse when greeting others!" She said flustered, grabbing his hand and rushed out the kitchen. Her complexion shifted into a deep red, she dragged him away from every others view as she then confronted him wanting to scold--- but then kept staring and staring... Wonderful... it's really bothering me why I am irritated that he lets everyone else see him like this. Am I a pervert?, she asked herself, feeling slightly awkward to say anything. "Y- you work out?" She eventually said, trying to concentrate looking at his face.

With every step he made, the newspaper beneath his feet will announce its attendance, slightly annoying Jude while concentrating. Concentrating for what, you ask? In front of him, there's a big canvas. Still white. Untouched. Jude wanted to do something extravagant, something spectacular, something no one ever did before. For that very purpose, he stayed awake all through the night, staring at that white thing in front of him, not coming to any useful - or at least, meaningful - idea. He lacked of inspiration, he conclude, after going in circles dozens of time on the newspaper floor in his room, thinking and thinking. Well, where do artisans like him find inspirations anyway? Of course, there are women. Everywhere in this manor there are women. Problem is, they're not going around naked, and nudity is the very art he sought.... This was a problem, obviously. Not only for him, but also for those he asked. Well yeah, he asked them, isn't that common sense? Not like he is a perv-- let's leave it with the last sentence.

Sighing, he tied up his hair to a ponytail, slumped listlessly on his bed whereupon he did not put the newspaper. It wasn't required as it was far away from the canvas and additionally already stained with several of colour spots. It didn't really matter if the paint would hit the bed sheets, at least, for Jude. For awhile, he had still observed the white fabric up front with a frown, he also played with the thought of going back to sleep. No one's going to hinder him, at least, no person. It was his stomach who raised objection and therefore, after airing the room by opening both of his windows to get rid of the strong smell of paint, he walked out of his room, accompanied by the crackling sound of the newspapers below.

Honestly, one could never guess how proud Jude was, to be able to get the room in the corner with the two windows! Then additionally its strategic location made it easy to reach the kitchen in no time, very significant point. There are times, Jude liked this place, but he can't blame himself for sometimes disliking it. The Platinum Manor made him realise, everyday, that he had to conceal. Conceal, so nothing bad leaked out, scaring those who are afraid of his powers and make those who're curious hunt them down. Probably a rather dark thought to have, but he couldn't help to think of such matters with that artisan mind of his, wanting to understand every point of view while still claiming individuality. Yes, that's probably a good idea for his next work-- Wanting to continue his thought; he heard the noise coming from downstairs. Not like that was anything new, but somehow it was louder than usual, getting Jude slightly interested. After making a nice sandwich for himself in the small kitchen and bit in with relish, he took it along with him, planning to go downstairs, wanting to satisfy his curiosity.

However, he just had to peek inside the room of William (it was open, so there's nothing he can be accused of) and saw Apsel vainly tried to get the manor's owner to wake up, for whatsoever occasion. Or probably for private stuff? Jude noticed Apsel's overly admiration towards the owner, but he wouldn't call it gross or anything, rather, it interested him quite a bit. As anything goes though, he'd like to have some information to what happens below so he interrupted the scene (which he thought was still kind of allowed to interrupt in). And there's Lili anyways, so I guess he couldn't do anything wrong. "Morning Will, Apsel, Lil, can you let me in on what happens downstairs? It's really loud for a Thursday morning." Then he peeked into William's direction, biting into his sandwich and concluded those five minutes might mean lots more than that. "Will, youw lawzy thingw, doun't leawe Apwsel hangwingw!", he said part joking part serious while chewing, watching with amusement how Liliana handed over the water, curious, at what Apsel will do.