Jecht was laying on the floor, sprawled out on the mat in the middle of his dojo. He was shirtless and his hair was a mess, wearing his usual blue slacks. He was in the middle of a nap when a knock came upon his door, he sat up, the comic he was reading falling off of his face as he did so..."What now..." He lazily muttered to himself as he stood up...He lazily made his way to the door, opening it and leaning his left arm against the door way, burying his fore-head into it..."Yeah...?" He said lazily, looking as if he had just woken up. His shirt had been off, revealing his thing, yet very muscular body, he didn't look his best, but to him, his best was his worst...Jecht just didn't care...