[ And he is there very soon, almost like he was in the neighborhood already when he texted Summer. Rather than knocking, since that's a sharp enough sound it might also wake up G'raha, he sends another message. ]
I'm at the door.
[ And he is, indeed, right outside the door and holding a bag with a large container of ice cream in it. While he normally dresses comfortably--if with a decent level of fashion, thanks to Aerith--he's looking notably rumpled. And... tired, at a level his resting bitch face can't hide. ]
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[ And he is there very soon, almost like he was in the neighborhood already when he texted Summer. Rather than knocking, since that's a sharp enough sound it might also wake up G'raha, he sends another message. ]
I'm at the door.
[ And he is, indeed, right outside the door and holding a bag with a large container of ice cream in it. While he normally dresses comfortably--if with a decent level of fashion, thanks to Aerith--he's looking notably rumpled. And... tired, at a level his resting bitch face can't hide. ]