[By the time Konoe gets home, Dylas still isn't expecting him—he's not expecting the cat to come rushing back just to confront him. He's seated upstairs, on his bed, poking through his pocketwatch and fidgeting. His ears in a permanent down position, suggesting the same emotions they always signify—worry, fear, anxiety.
Given the size of the place they live in, Dylas doesn't even hear Konoe come in. It's not until he hears footsteps that he looks up and waits for the face to appear in his open doorway.
Naturally, he has some kind words to share.]
What the hell? I just finished talking to you! At least come home later!
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Given the size of the place they live in, Dylas doesn't even hear Konoe come in. It's not until he hears footsteps that he looks up and waits for the face to appear in his open doorway.
Naturally, he has some kind words to share.]
What the hell? I just finished talking to you! At least come home later!