[Nona's made herself at home about an hour after the game was announced and is sitting at the table (like a person) drawing something. She doesn't really pay any mind to other people showing up because she wants to get this right. Sleeping peacefully at her feet is a white fluffy six legged dog.
[ well, the gang is all here... crea didn't have a chance to say hello to her when they received the news that they were island fodder, but maybe that can change now!
he looks between her and the two beds... ]
Hey, guess your our last roommate, huh? I think the rest of us are all guys, so you can probably take one of the beds for you and your dog.
[He's on his way back from pillaging several snack bags of chips from the gift shop, plopping them unceremoniously onto the nearest flat surface as he looks over towards the table. Oh.... it's sand girl. Cool, he doesn't mind her. And...
[ that does seem to snap him back into attention; he shakes his head. ]
Sorry, there might have been a misunderstanding. I'm not into, ehm, you? Not like that, at least.
[ listen i have enough canon evidence to make the executive decision and say that crea is fruity. he is, however, embarrassed that this conversation took this wild of a turn. ]
Though time really does change people's perception of what's good and bad, huh...
[RIP anyone who wants to get a good night's sleep, because somebody is getting up in the middle of the night. Multiple times. And just flat out leaving the building. It might be due to the fact that his stomach is growling so loud, one might think it's Nona's dog.
People can catch him at 2am (either leaving or coming back) or at 5am. He seems a little more alert at 5am, quietly checking both his U-pinion and another phone-like device as he shuffles his way towards the door to do some stretches.]
[ years of adventuring has made crea a light sleeper, which means that he is waking for most sounds. he doesn’t bother with calling it out, and simply tries to go back to sleep…
but he’s up at 5 am, and he figures there’s not much else that can be done about his lost sleep. he throws his sweater on again, raising an eyebrow as he eyes the demon. ]
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