[ She knows what's coming next (haha, it's both of them), but while she'd be happy to take the reins, she also...does not know the layout of his house, rip. ]
( as she wishes. there's no hesitation as he takes her hand, leading her to the staircase and up, complete with the kind of small talk that wouldn't seem out of place if they were simply hanging out together.
well. he supposes that, if you look at it the right way, that's really all they're doing. it's just a less conventional thing for friends to do, at least in the world according to Steak. )
How've you been?
( there's just about enough time to ask those questions before they get to his room, at least. )
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( it's true, they will be. and while Steak enjoyed her masquerade outfit — for many reasons — the most enjoyable part is always her.
he offers her a grin in return and steps back to let her into the house before he closes the door. )
My room's upstairs.
( which, unfortunately for them both, means a small trek before they get to enjoy the purpose of this visit, but hey. at least it's private. )
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[ She knows what's coming next (haha, it's both of them), but while she'd be happy to take the reins, she also...does not know the layout of his house, rip. ]
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well. he supposes that, if you look at it the right way, that's really all they're doing. it's just a less conventional thing for friends to do, at least in the world according to Steak. )
How've you been?
( there's just about enough time to ask those questions before they get to his room, at least. )