While others started their morning with grogginess and the unwillingness to even get out of bed, Damian's day began differently.
By the time he escaped the clutches of Lyra, the radiant rays of the dying sun were already washing over all of Ebonreach Metropolis.
At this moment.
He stepped out of a ZENTHRA shuttle that Lyra had called for him. Little Kitsuul yawned atop his shoulder as he told the shuttle to remain on standby- he'd be out soon. Then, he made his way up to the hotel room where Anastasia waited.
A quick knock. A few seconds later, the door opened. Anastasia looked him up and down before stepping aside. He entered silently.
He raised a brow.
"What is it?"
"Oh, nothing. Was your night… productive?"
She asked it casually, already returning to her array of computers. Several round silver platters of food sat untouched on a table nearby. She ate and worked at the same time.
