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[zelda_hylia]

Zelos, please. It is not entirely safe out there.

[She sounds worried. If he turns back to look, she looks worried, in a genuine way that can't be faked. And she is worried - he's absolutely obnoxious at this age. What would happen if he ran into Mithos? The Highblood? She can't let him storm out on his own.]

[surly_chosen]

[He stops at the door. He hadn't intended to but there was something in her tone, something he'd only heard from Sebastian before.

Real concern.

Zelos looks back over his shoulder at her, hand on the doorknob still but not turning it. The same concern he heard is written all over her face, in her eyes, and having seen it faked so many times he can tell when it's genuine.

Slowly, he lowers his hand, mumbling.]

Fine, just keep him away from me.

[zelda_hylia]

I can do that.

[She did that for months, after all. It shouldn't be hard to do it for a few days.]

You look a bit tired. Feel free to pick an unoccupied room upstairs. We have a couple people sleeping right now, so it shouldn't be difficult to pick out which rooms are free. Ah - mine is the one with a lot of books, so don't choose that one!

[surly_chosen]

[He nearly shoots another acerbic comment at her, something obstinate about what if he wants her room, but somehow can't bring himself to do it. He simply gives her another suspicious look, somehow softer than before, and makes his silent way upstairs.]