Finding his room, Archaeo made his way in, locking every lock on the door, and shutting the curtains of the windows in the sleeping area. He set his bag down by the bed, and fell onto it. He was beat. But he couldn't settle down just yet. He sat up and removed his gun from its hiding spot. He began to clean it, and reloaded it. He tucked it under the pillow, and got changed into some more comfortable sleepwear- a grey cotton vneck and a pair of black sweatpants. He turned off the lights, set his alarm for four, and went to sleep, his hands cushioning his head and within centimeters of his gun. Visions of his dead partner plagued his sleep, causing him to jerk awake more than a few times throughout the night. The last was at three thirty, where he just gave up entirely on sleep and began getting dressed. He kept the vneck on, and swapped the sweatpants for a pair of dark wash jeans. His fancy leather shoes were replaced with black steel toed boots. He was definitely done playing butler for a while. He combed his hair, or at least attempted to. Somehow he still managed to get bed head, despite his lack of sleep. Dark rings were under his eyes, but he couldn't do anything about them. He brushed his teeth and re-packed his bag. He tucked his revolver into the bag, as it was too big to conceal with this outfit. He headed downstairs once his alarm clock finally went off. Breakfast wasn't out yet, he was two and a half hours early for that, but there was always coffee and tea out. He began to make himself a cup of tea in a foam cup. It had more caffeine than coffee, and he was British, so tea was always his go-to morning beverage. He quietly drank it as he waited for Bailey to come down.
