[Eight had returned to the Sigyn Welcome Hall, half-sprawled on the couch in the living room. His hair is damp from a recent shower, and he looks relatively alert for someone who just might have drunk his body weight in alcohol the night before.
He raises his eyebrows at Six curiously and pushes himself to his feet. His younger self's tone of voice makes it clear it's not really the time for teasing.]
Of course. Let's go upstairs. My room is about the most private place in the city, I think.
[Perma-Action] Excellent!
He raises his eyebrows at Six curiously and pushes himself to his feet. His younger self's tone of voice makes it clear it's not really the time for teasing.]
Of course. Let's go upstairs. My room is about the most private place in the city, I think.