Remaining unmotivated in bed, Levan heard the music in the distance. There was a faint scent of delicious food, too. His stomach complained. He did have the pack of Synth Paste that Lea gave him before he moved up. She probably wanted him to come down, he figured, but he did not feel like it.
The PDA still had new messages waiting for him. Especially his NNStaGram account was booming with likes since the OSC article. It was way too much attention, and made him incredibly uncomfortable. It certainly did not help keeping undesirable thoughts out of his head, or the blood in it.
Caliban sent a message. He read it, got slightly annoyed, responded and put the PDA away again. Figuring he should at least say hello to Lea, he scooted off the bed and adjusted his clothes, wanting to look a bit more presentable. Grabbing the little pack of Synth Paste, he left the room and head down to where he suspected Lea to be, in the kitchen.
The scent of breakfast grew stronger. The boy tried not to make too much noise as he moved down the stairs. Then he slipped off the final stair and wasted all the effort by releasing an audible Whoa~, stumbling but catching himself.
So much for subtlety. Hoping Lea did not see this stunt, he slowly made his way to the kitchen.
