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Jeff groaned a little, stretching as he got out of bed. He stumbled over to his bedroom mirror and pulled his mess of hair into a ponytail as he looked at his, still healing, stitched up cheeks. Jeff hummed a bit to himself as he went to get dressed, picking up a shirt from his floor and pulling it on. He looked in the mirror, groaning a little at his apprentice, he looked tired. Jeff shook his head a bit, pulling on some sweat pants and going to get some water. When he got downstairs it was relatively quiet, seeing as it was still a bit early for most of the others, except for the TV in the living room which Ben was laying on his stomach in front of. Jeff rolled his eyes a little, smiling a bit before grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. He sighed a bit, heading back to his room to take his morning meds, he'd been on medication for at least 3 years now, they helped him control his anger and psychotic tenancy and such. He didn't mind much, although now he had some trouble