[Somebody is out taking a jog well before the sun comes up, and Haruka might see the big mass of muscle doing laps around the island perimeter before he ever heads to the morning buffet.
At the very least, the redhead has adequately taken a quick shower before heading to breakfast, quickly grabbing multiple plates and starting to pile them methodically with food, grabbing several pieces of pastry and stuffing them directly into his mouth as he works.
Halfway through an apple danish, he spots Haruka and gives a wave, gesturing at him to come over.]
[Beel storms off, and Haruka is quite frankly too nervous to follow after him. He does need to stop by his cabana to pick something up, but... He's a little concerned. Just a little, though! It's nothing major! That trial was just a nightmare, and...
He still feels bad for calling Beel an idiot, even if that's not the most pressing thing on his mind. After the detour to his cabana and an awkward conversation (keeping track of PC timelines will be the death of me, lav), he seeks out Beel in the buffet. He's... he's assuming he's there, but if he isn't there's still other places to check, and he has his u-pinion...
But first, time to see if he can hunt him down the normal way. Where you at, demon boy?]
[Whenever Haruka peaced out to go back to Kingfisher, Beelzebub had still been very much asleep and still all horns and wings.
But once he slips back in, someone is upright in bed, crosslegged, surrounded on all sides by snack bags and fruit and cookies and gum wrappers, a banana halfway in his mouth as he scrolls through his U-PINION. His eyes flick up slightly when he sees someone entering the room, but it lights up when it isn't one of his normal roommates.]
[It's not a cozy spot, tucked in the sea caves on Seagem. The rocks are cold, and the rock cage a little colder, fused with the back of the cave wall.
There is a kittybot nearby, just out of reach to actually be touched but routinely depositing snacks. Beelzebub, behind the stone bars, is pacing back and forth, occasionally reaching through the bards to grab whatever is handed to him and shove it into his mouth in the midst of his pacing.
WEEK 0 - Sunday morning
At the very least, the redhead has adequately taken a quick shower before heading to breakfast, quickly grabbing multiple plates and starting to pile them methodically with food, grabbing several pieces of pastry and stuffing them directly into his mouth as he works.
Halfway through an apple danish, he spots Haruka and gives a wave, gesturing at him to come over.]
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WEEK 2 - WEDNESDAY MORNING (un: Beelzeburger)
Let me know when you're awake. I have a question for you.
[The sun's up when he sends this, at least!]
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week 2, post trial
He still feels bad for calling Beel an idiot, even if that's not the most pressing thing on his mind. After the detour to his cabana and an awkward conversation (keeping track of PC timelines will be the death of me, lav), he seeks out Beel in the buffet. He's... he's assuming he's there, but if he isn't there's still other places to check, and he has his u-pinion...
But first, time to see if he can hunt him down the normal way. Where you at, demon boy?]
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WEEK 3 - SUNDAY MORNING
But once he slips back in, someone is upright in bed, crosslegged, surrounded on all sides by snack bags and fruit and cookies and gum wrappers, a banana halfway in his mouth as he scrolls through his U-PINION. His eyes flick up slightly when he sees someone entering the room, but it lights up when it isn't one of his normal roommates.]
H'rukrr?
[Banana mouth.]
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WEEK 5 - POST TRIAL
There is a kittybot nearby, just out of reach to actually be touched but routinely depositing snacks. Beelzebub, behind the stone bars, is pacing back and forth, occasionally reaching through the bards to grab whatever is handed to him and shove it into his mouth in the midst of his pacing.
He doesn't notice his company.]
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