It was hard for the vampire to leave his room, perhaps harder than any other morning in this hellhole. It was the second morning waking without the insistent agony of that phantom witch's touch, and so it was easy enough to say that the disheartenment he felt was all his. Upon immediately checking the closet and reassuring himself that everything was in place, he pressed his forehead to the wardrobe door.

Behind him, the second bed was mussed; there was a different scent in the room.

Wonderful.

Tired, nauseous, hungry, and deeply, deeply frustrated, Aidou strode into the cafeteria like he was the most confident creature in the world. Any hint of his characteristic childishness was eclipsed by the grave mien--he had to force himself to stay awake, because he needed to eat, because he needed to check in with a variety of thorns in his side, because he still hadn't found a clue regarding Akatsuki. Carefully surveying the cafeteria, Aidou made for the breakfast line and fetched multiples of everything, what seemed like far too much food to safely balance on one tray.

By the time he was done, he'd put today's task into order in his mind as well. And with that, he approached Uchiha Sasuke and the unknown he was sitting with, at ease with bluntly interrupting. Aidou didn't fail to note the irony of walking in on a conversation involving creatures that looked human, but were not. "Uchiha," he started, dropping his tray at the table and sitting down. "I have a proposition for you when we can speak alone, later today." Mark's presence was unfortunate, but obviously he wasn't dwelling on it. "So, have anything recent to share?"