Xander was in his room, he hadn't left yet today. He was busy thinking about the state Angder had left his room in not too long ago. More specifically, he was thinking about some of the memories the destruction had caused to resurface. He could recall causing a similar amount of damage to quite a few rooms himself, that and all the misdirected anger. It seemed familiar to him. He almost recalled it fondly. No... He did recall it fondly. He shuddered, that wasn't him, well, it was. Not anymore more though. Right? Right...
Maxwell was sitting on a couch in the living room, scanning through a book about blood and all the recent discoveries about it. He had picked it up purely out of curiosity but was finding it rather hard to put down. It had seemed like a vast amount had been learned and a lot of it was fascinating to him.