Someone's already up. In fact, that someone has yet to fall asleep, mainly because he was in the process of repairing, rebuilding and repainting the nails (seriously they are talons especially on his pick hand) that he relies on so much for his guitar skills. He was in the last stretch, waiting for the last coat of shimmering gold-flecked red polish to dry while taking a moment to indulge in his only real bad habit (eating ice cream by the ton) when Michel started yelling about practice. Ankh growled around a mouthful of creamy goodness, grabbed the nearest item and tossed it in Michel's general direction.

Hope he had an umbrella since the bottle of water was still open.