Well, unfortunately for Gyre, his words just encourage Seven to break away from him. Like an overeager dog, they double over themselves and drop onto all fours at the top of the final staircase. Luka's asking if they're willing to share and, well--
"Mine first." They declare, their claws digging into the wood of the stairs as they sprint down them.
The air fills with the sounds of scraping claws against wood, scrambling limbs, and speed as Seven disappears down the stairs. They skid at the landing, slowing their body so they can sprint to the back of the house to the kitchen. They're going to be there first.
When Gyre and Luka make their way back there, they'll find Seven hunched in a corner with a bowl of stew gripped in their hands and held right up to their face. They're waiting for the bubbles. They know.
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"Mine first." They declare, their claws digging into the wood of the stairs as they sprint down them.
The air fills with the sounds of scraping claws against wood, scrambling limbs, and speed as Seven disappears down the stairs. They skid at the landing, slowing their body so they can sprint to the back of the house to the kitchen. They're going to be there first.
When Gyre and Luka make their way back there, they'll find Seven hunched in a corner with a bowl of stew gripped in their hands and held right up to their face. They're waiting for the bubbles. They know.
... Who told them?