[clary]

Aramis would shuffle his way into the building after testing doors and finally finding one that he could nudge open without any issue. The inside seems alright, and there was nothing inherently wrong with it upon first inspection — maybe another person lived here, or maybe it’d been used in the past and it just seemed like there had been someone here once. Either way, it appeared safe for the time being, and he was too tired to bother walking some more and searching buildings for one that would be suitable for his needs. He’d gotten lucky with this one being empty, and that was all he needed, at least for a few days.

The omega silently pads over to a corner of the room and sets his belongings down. There isn’t much, just a backpack stuffed full of clothes and supplies. Aramis sits beside his pack, a hand lifting to stifle a yawn; he tips his head back to rest against the wall and, slowly, his eyes begin to flutter shut. Sleep threatens to overtake the omega, as finally not being forced to sleep outside in the rain and cold brings its benefits. While his eyes close eventually, Aramis is still awake, humming softly as he considers his options and what to act on after his heat were to pass.