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The morning, like most spring mornings in Whitney Creek, was dreary and cold. The dark clouds above meant rain would likely come later. Like usual, Raphael was up at his usual 5 o' clock in the morning. It wasn't his choice to really wake up so early, it was his own paranoia that drove him up at such ungodly hours. But he could at least enjoy a little bit of quiet, and take some time to sit down and preen his feathers, which was really the only normal part of his morning rituals.
Mutation, anxiety, and paranoia did funny things to Kreszentia's sleep cycle. As such she only slept... oh, maybe once or twice a week? Luckily, her being a mutant protected her from really feeling the effects of it, so while it probably wasn't healthy for her mental state, she was left no worse for wear physically. Usually, long nights studying something or another under her microscope leaked into mornings of cataloging her findings and helping Tony get the clinic ready for the day. And then it was another long shift of tending to the many wounds the members seemed to acquire. Rinse, and repeat.
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