[Cliff might hear the apartment door open in the early, early hours of the morning. Fayt was only just returning, having woken up after an embarrassing several hour nap on the battledome floor, but at the very least with something accomplished after a year of training.
But all he wanted right now? was sleep. Vegeta had removed the safeties, leading to more than a few minor injuries but luckily nothing too bad, and after healing what he could with medicines stolen from the vending machine Fayt was more than ready for bed, his body feeling sore and leaden, overexertion with symbology and an inpromptu nap on the battledome floor after heavy combat taking it's toll.
He creeps down the hallway to his room, hopefully quiet enough not to wake Cliff, his intent to slip into his room and bed without notice.]
2am | January 10th
But all he wanted right now? was sleep. Vegeta had removed the safeties, leading to more than a few minor injuries but luckily nothing too bad, and after healing what he could with medicines stolen from the vending machine Fayt was more than ready for bed, his body feeling sore and leaden, overexertion with symbology and an inpromptu nap on the battledome floor after heavy combat taking it's toll.
He creeps down the hallway to his room, hopefully quiet enough not to wake Cliff, his intent to slip into his room and bed without notice.]