How far pre-everything are we doing?

[rabbitwithwings]

[It was rare that he fell asleep or even into a light doze in a place that wasn't his room, but the Crow found himself drifting off in a small alcove with a bench. He had settled in to read and the day simply caught up with him. His head is tucked in a corner, tilted slightly back with the book dangling from his fingers. Chase opened his eye one more time to make sure that he wasn't being looked at strangely or that damned Fourteenth wasn't anywhere near. He wasn't in the mood to wake up covered in misc items with a cigar in his mouth and his face drawn on.

But the coast was clear except for an odd scent teasing at his nose, the source wasn't anywhere in sight so he huffed and closed his eye, falling into his doze.]