( so he doesn't answer, instead leaving the device behind--it's not important, really, not something that he needs to have with him, as he takes to the stairs, carefully climbing them up to palamedes' room. soon, none of them will likely live in this place, so he should enjoy what he can while he can: the close proximity, the relief of being able to check up on someone without traversing the whole city, or beyond. still, a part of him feels like he's being summoned for something he won't like--something that makes him feel a little nervous, a little uncertain. something that he's said wrong? well, the blood offer is easily explained, it's nothing to him, but--
he stands there for a moment, staring at the door, before he lifts a hand to knock. he's not the type to simply open the door and barge in, not when it's like this; rather than wearing his usual garb from home, it's a pair of black sweatpants and an equally casual, deep purple sweatshirt that he's sunken into, the sleeves long enough to hide under, his hair loose around his neck. now that he thinks about it, maybe he should have arrived more...presentable, but it's too late to go back now.
instead, he waits, patient, staring down at his untied shoes: he'd just pushed his feet into them as a means to an end, really. )
Ah. ( his chin lifts, sudden, cranes himself closer to the door. ) It's Choso.
( should have lead with that, instead of just ominous knocking. )
no subject
he stands there for a moment, staring at the door, before he lifts a hand to knock. he's not the type to simply open the door and barge in, not when it's like this; rather than wearing his usual garb from home, it's a pair of black sweatpants and an equally casual, deep purple sweatshirt that he's sunken into, the sleeves long enough to hide under, his hair loose around his neck. now that he thinks about it, maybe he should have arrived more...presentable, but it's too late to go back now.
instead, he waits, patient, staring down at his untied shoes: he'd just pushed his feet into them as a means to an end, really. )
Ah. ( his chin lifts, sudden, cranes himself closer to the door. ) It's Choso.
( should have lead with that, instead of just ominous knocking. )