Light had yet to come over the horizon, and yet the alarm had already gone off, blaring noise and light surrounding the numbers shining in the dark. From the bed beside the nightstand, a hand emerged from a cocoon of blankets to deactivate the alarm. "Please, stop. It's - it's too early for all that." With a press of a button, the alarm was off, and the hand retreated. As great as the bed felt, the alarm meant that it was time to get up, and that's just what Basile had to do. Pulling the covers from over his head, Basile saw the light coming from the bathroom door, the buzz of an electric toothbrush over the sound of running water. Predictably, he was the last one awake. Well, not actually; it was just about five in the morning, so he was the second one awake. With a quiet groan, Basile uncovered himself, tempted to forget getting up for a few more hours just to bask in the warmth of his bed. Unfortunately, he couldn't. There was too much that had to be done today, and sleeping in simply wasn't an option, despite how good an option it was. Stumbling through the dark of his room, Basile managed not to trip over last night's clutter on his way to the bathroom. His knuckles rapped on the door, the water cutting off, buzz going with it. Clearing his throat, Basile spoke up. "You just about done in there?" The water came on again, and for a few more seconds. The door opened shortly after, and Basile swore he was almost blinded. Narrowing his eyes at the light, Basile looked down to Ansell sliding right past him, still drying his hair from the shower he probably took. Speaking of which, Basile had to do his morning routine before the sun came up. Ansell and him had discussed it at length not eight hours ago, how they were going to warp to camp - no, wait - Haven early to pitch in with what needed to be done, and be back home before long. In order to do that, they had to wake up very early. Five o'clock, to be exact. Basile gave a passing glance to his alarm clock, eyes focused in disdain for the time it showed. Cracking a joint in his neck, Basile sighed. If it wasn't a shame, he'd warp to Haven without Ansell for coming up with the absurd waking time. He didn't know how the guy did it, but, for now, Basile couldn't bring himself to care about much other than getting the day over with. Walking into the bathroom, Basile closed the door, locking it shut.