When Emil's eyes opened, it took him a moment to realize that he had fallen asleep. He might not have awakened if the book he had been reading hadn't fallen from his lap and landed on the carpet with a soft thud.

Reaching up, his slender fingers curled around the cans of his headphones and he carefully slipped them off, the music still quite clear to his ears in the otherwise silent room. He got up and bent to retrieve his book, laying it on the tabletop before his eyes searched for a timepiece. He wondered how long ago he had fallen asleep but turned his feet in the direction of the bathroom nonetheless. He rubbed at the skin beneath his eyes with a yawn as he gathered a change of clothes and other necessities along the way.

Once he was done with his shower, he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his shoulders. He gave his hair a rough toweling before tossing the towel on top of the abandoned armchair and ran his hand though the strands languidly. After standing stock still for a minute or so, Emil snapped out of his reverie and stooped to pick up the sweater he had discarded yesterday, throwing it on on top of his loose black tank top, letting it slide off his shoulders once more. He perched on the bed to tuck his distressed grey jeans into his combat boots before stuffing a few items into his pockets and leaving the room, hanging up the 'do not disturb' sign.

Once outside his room, Emil seemed to perk up immediately, a pleasant smile sliding onto his lips as he looked up and down the hallway. Now where would he find his band-mates...