Trystan walked out of Shasha's room, shirtless, steaming from the shower. He had on his regular camo fatigues, and the white towel he'd used was draped around his deceivingly meek-looking shoulders. His few front scars were barely visible, and hopefully his back was a little softer. Warm water worked wonders on skin. He grabbed his hat from the table near the stair case, and jogged down the stairs, jumping the last flight. When he hit the ground, he rolled, and accidently smashed into the door. "Ack! God Damn that hurt!" The neko stood, rubbing his arm, and his head. His back hurt a little too. "Mmm..... damn. Gonna have to see a chiropractor for that one." As he entered the kitchen, a shadow on the wall made him look to the chandalier, and what he saw there made him jump back. The towel fell, and it took him a few seconds to get his heart rate back to normal. "Jesus Haru. Scared the living crap out of me." He sighed, rubbing his face. After making his way to the fridge, and tossing a pomegranite to Naga, he pulled out the milk, some cereal, a bowl, and a spoon, and sat himself down at the table. The scent of Irish Springs floated up through the air, and remembering the bat's sense of smell, the neko simply smiled and waited to see what would happen.