The best band, basically
Quetzalcoatl rummaged around in his bedroom, trying to find something presentable. They had made their way up here last night before going back downstairs, looking for food. At least most of the furniture upstairs was intact.
Quetzalcoatl was pulling a sweater over his head when he heard a buzzing noise. He peered around until he found his phone under the bed, beeping to indicate a low battery. He plugged it in and discovered that apparently the memory was nearly full. Most of it with pictures.
Oh no.
The first three pictures saved on the phone were more or less pornography, since the sheet was hiding nothing of Tezcatlipoca's. He did not have high hopes for the remaining hundred or so pictures.
"No," Quetzalcoatl said firmly, turning the phone off. If he denied this all enough, it would have never happened. He was sure of it. He headed back downstairs. "Let's track down the Hummingbird."