firstworldproblem | IC Inbox (Imeeji)

[He seems to have acquired three husbands.]

But then I would not have dreams. Though I do have some envy with out unit abilities.

Ah, I should ask. Why a bird?

[He does take the items back when he's done.]

[Three of them.]

The correct answer is: why not a bird?

Because there are thousands of creations to choose from is why.

As much as I would like having thousands of assistants, I could only have one.

Are we to speak in circles? Much like your choice of food.

Did you not miss my infuriatingly convoluted ways of leading a conversation?

Tell me, my friend, where does this one lead exactly?

[He looks up at the hotel before them. Sorry, not going to open up that easily!]

To my dorm, I assumed?

[He just shakes his head and drops it. Once they reach the lobby, he'll hit the floor for Future is Now.]

At least you are tall enough that I can have appropriate lounge wear.

[.... :D]

Oh, I have just the perfect thing for you.

[But he'll leave it a surprise until they get to the dorm~]

Is this where I regret agreeing to stay the night?

Or you get extra excited about it!

Or I get extra excited about it.

[Almost mimicked in Hythlodeaus' voice through more grumbly and cynical. He does get to FiN and then does an exaggerated bow to be allowed in.]

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[He laughs delightedly, the sarcasm sliding off him like water off a hot stove, and opens the dorm door.]

Well, I know I am excited to have you over! Aren't you happy for your best friend?

[Emet is welcome to look around while Levity disappears into a side room... and soon returns with an armful of soft-looking clothes. Pajamas?]

I will be gracious enough to only make you put these on once we're in my room. To save some of your dignity.

Aren't I always happy? Exuding it so it puddles on the floor.

[He does give him a soft thanks for that.]

Oh, I wouldn't care if I walked around in a bathrobe honestly. They might mind more than I.

Perhaps I should construct something for you - a little machine to follow you around and take care of the puddles?

[He grins as he leads the way to his room.]

I rather doubt the others would mind, apart from perhaps Jason.

And why would Jason mind overly much?

[He follows like a duckling. What else is he to do?]

[That's right, be resigned to your fate.]

Oh, he's not overly fond of unexpected visitors. Or your unit. Or practically anyone.

[Just grumpy unitmate things.]]

[He laughs.]

At least he's consistent.

[Once he gets into Levity's room he will flop on his back on the bed provided it isn't covered in partial projects.]

That he is.

[The bed is thankfully free! There are also, in fact, two of them, situated on opposite sides of the room. There's also a big and very fluffy carpet on the floor, a testament to his love of comfort.

By the window there's a writing desk and a rather bigger workbench, littered with materials and tools - bars of metal, spools of wire, pieces of some kind of robotic devices, surprisingly even sewing supplies?

The writing desk mostly has books on it, a pencil holder with some writing implements, and different pieces of paper with scribbles on them - design ideas, it appears. Above the desk is a magnet board with the more innocuous fanmail Levity's received pinned to it. He's kept all fanmail he's received so far, but good luck finding the actual horny stuff.

Also by the window are two armchairs with a coffee table between them. There's a notebook on the table.

And flop though Emet might, he's not getting away from the pajamas. Levity lays one set on top of him, and leaves the other for himself as he starts struggling out of his own clothes. The pajamas... are sheep footie pajamas. Look at the cute little horns you get!]

Welcome to my humble abode. Don't forget to dress appropriately.

[He does flick a horn on the gifted attire.]

You don't have a washroom where I could change? I'm terribly shy.

[Unfortunately, upgrades are slow...]

Only the main bathroom in the hall. I can close my eyes though.

Turning around will suffice.

[He'll do so!]

Somehow I did not figure you for a bashful type--nowadays, that is. I suppose that's one of the things about you that stayed the same, hmm?

[Nah, he just doesn't want to ruin the mood with his death scar that runs throughout pretty much his entire abdomen. Which he will get to see if he does peek.

If not, he changes without issue. He even taps one of the hooves on the ground when he's done.]

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