Goooooood morning mister stevens!
You wake up after a wonderful and refreshing sleep to the sound of your alarm beeping that it's 7am. Oh well, you feel pretty refreshed anyhow, until you remember why you had to get up this early. Ugh. You still have extra appendages. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror for the first time. Oh god. It's like you woke up halfway through a dream . . . and the other half is stuck to you. You sloth your way into the shower, heeey, at least the bathroom is clean! No sign of your horrible visitors anywhere! You shower in your nice clean bathroom, and find that unfortunately none of your new extremities come off in the shower. After a devil of a hard time getting dressed, you wander out into the rest of the house with a sense of trepidation. But it's clean. Spotless . . . cleaner then it was even before all of the events of last night. The pungant tang of cleaning stuff competes for seniority with the smell of fresh coffee, and the cloud of smoke that Shade is standing in. He's staring fixedly at the floor where the blood was last night.
"Is this floor real wood?" He asks, not looking up.
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