“Breakfast,” the guard belched as he swung the large door open.  Hung over from the night before, the large guard stumbled as he threw down the breakfast tray down, spilling the contents on the floor.  Slamming the door behind him, from his bed, Icarus could hear the loud metallic click of the lock being placed on the door.  Walking over to the door to pick up his breakfast, he saw that most of it was on the floor rather than in the bowl.  Without making it all the way to the door, Icarus turned around and walked out onto the parapet, touching his father’s shoulder as he passed to wake him up.  Already awake, Daedalus swatted at his sons hand as he walked by.  He rose shortly after Icarus made it to the edge of the parapet.  Daedalus, like his son, looked at the bowls on the floor with little disappointment.  It wasn’t unusual that they would have to skip breakfast due to events like last nights.  Neatly making his bed, Daedalus organized his possessions in fashionable manor.  When he finished, he sat down at the table continuing his work from the day before.

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