After seeing all the students off, Rorschach and Pascal walked back toward the Tower of Stars.
In his past life, he had often stayed up late, but now, with no electronic devices to keep him company, Rorschach's schedule had become a "healthy routine." He let out a slight yawn. Pascal, on the other hand, had to go back and continue dealing with unfinished business in the research building, which meant another late night for him.
"No wonder you're always so listless."
Pascal shrugged. "I'm used to it. My mind only gets going at night."
"Then you're suited to be a Necromancer."
"Get out of here. What an antiquated profession..."
The two strolled through the streets. Relying on their status, they paid no mind to any potential trouble from the Security Team, swaggering across the road while sipping drinks from Rorschach's Storage Ring.
