Ghosts'Ghoul Gang

Break the Rules

"Get up."

Swiss startled awake in his room, hair standing on it's end as he could still feel the voice against his ear, a shiver rolled it's way up his spine. The room was well slit from the amount of light that poured in from outside, golden hour told him he was earlier to rise, the lack of noises told swiss he was the only one up at this time. Half asleep swiss stumbled from his bed, and he started looking for the source of the voice. He checked his closet, checked under his bed; went back to double check in between his hanging clothes, even behind his desktop monitor.

Swiss chalked it up to being in his head since the voice hadn't returned after waking him. Now fully awake after checking his entire room, the multi ghoul knew he wouldn't be getting back to sleep any time soon. So Swiss walked back to his bed to get his mask, not bothering with the chin strap, he grabbed his towel and left his room to b- line for the bathroom. Swiss stripped for a shower, though the ghoul was anxious in the silence, so he sang to himself as the water washed over him. He washed his hair first so maybe it would be dry enough to remask when he was done washing his body. Swiss liked the hotter showers, the humidity made it better on his voice to practice; but the last three minutes of the shower he turned it as cold as it could go for the blood stimulation.

Out of the shower, swiss tossed on his mask over his messy damp hair, wrapped the towel around his waist, picked up his 'dirty' clothes and made his way back towards his room. Behind his door swiss abandoned his mask, dropping his clothes on a pile on the floor, and made his way to his closet.

Swiss got dressed, sat at his desk, and used headphones plugged into his amp while he played with his guitar. He wasn't trying anything fancy or new, just comfortably playing through the songs he already knows. He played while the sun was finally setting, playing melancholic tunes as the night crept it's way across the sky. Not long after, Swiss turned everything off, strapped the bottom of his mask, and left his room for the kitchen.

The basement flooring was cold against the bottom of Swiss' feet through his socks, he stood at the kitchen counter waiting for the pot of coffee to brew enough for a mug, his foot tapping away to the song in his head. Behind himself Swiss heard a door open and close in the distance; sneaking steps turned into little running footsteps, and as they came up right behind him Swiss turned around.Sodo came to a quick halt, but still slid a little into Swiss' body thanks to the socks. Swiss smiled down at the fire ghoul, his look of confusion only partially masked.

"I heard you up in the shower." Sodo explained.

Swiss hadn't thought he was being that loud, but he shrugged it off, "Want some coffee?"

"Yes, please."

The smaller ghoul ran off to fetch a hoodie, by the time he'd returned Swiss was already pouring their two mugs. Swiss added a spoon of sugar but rather preferred his coffee black; Sodo on the other hand liked sugar and heavy cream in his. The pair moved to sit more comfortably on the couch; the basement floor was dark and silent around them, Swiss was the first to break the silence after finishing half of his mug.

"I need Vape juice before tour. Will you come with me?" Swiss asked.

"Same stakes as usual?"

Swiss nodded.

"Yeah, always. I got your back."

Swiss smiled at the fire ghoul, infinitely thankful for the way everyone stood by his side at the distance he set and they respected him. Technically, the ghouls weren;t allowed away from the ministry without Papa or proper instruction. But Copia had long ago found out about and hinted at Swiss' secret runs, but he had never done anything about it. Swiss, in return, tried to break the rule as little as he needed to.