[ It's not an immediate answer; after a minute or two he answers the door, cocking his head before giving a smile once he sees who it is. A smile that speaks nothing of the last time they spoke. It's as if he really has forgotten that it happened at all.
(Of course, he hasn't. He's just quite good at repressing what feelings he does have these days.) ]
Hey! Come in.
[ He isn't dressed in his usual kimono and hakama. Just hanging around the apartment, the daemon keeps to loose gray sweatpants and a tight white tee with a pair of slippers, considerably more plain than his usual embroidered brightly colored selections.
Padding into the kitchen, he reaches for a glass— ]
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(Of course, he hasn't. He's just quite good at repressing what feelings he does have these days.) ]
Hey! Come in.
[ He isn't dressed in his usual kimono and hakama. Just hanging around the apartment, the daemon keeps to loose gray sweatpants and a tight white tee with a pair of slippers, considerably more plain than his usual embroidered brightly colored selections.
Padding into the kitchen, he reaches for a glass— ]
Want a drink? I have tea.