He glances at Luka in surprise when he expresses discomfort being in someone's house. Vindication!! He's right! It is fucking weird to be in a person's home!! Why do they act like it's not.
"Yeah," he says, maybe agreeing a little too quickly with him. "This is where she sent us though. He must be here, right? Wait here." He slips his arm out from under the princess', taking a few steps away to take in the rest of the floor.
"This looks like Seven, Nine, Ten. And Twelve. Where's Eight-- oh," he says as he comes to the window and looks up the stairs. Much as he doesn't want to go deeper into this place, having an end goal makes him a little more determined at least. He returns to Luka's side, taking his arm again.
"His room is up on the next floor. I saw the door."
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"Yeah," he says, maybe agreeing a little too quickly with him. "This is where she sent us though. He must be here, right? Wait here." He slips his arm out from under the princess', taking a few steps away to take in the rest of the floor.
"This looks like Seven, Nine, Ten. And Twelve. Where's Eight-- oh," he says as he comes to the window and looks up the stairs. Much as he doesn't want to go deeper into this place, having an end goal makes him a little more determined at least. He returns to Luka's side, taking his arm again.
"His room is up on the next floor. I saw the door."