After figuring out a good portion of this city (for the third time, because he’d forgotten his other two excursions), Leo had arrived at the cake hotel, and looked upon it with eyes that saw absolutely nothing, because rich houses generally meant nothing to him. The only thing he felt towards them would have perhaps been the possibility that his unit mates, or at least two of them, might occupy them should they find themselves being kidnapped by sheep, but other than that, he didn’t give a toss, so he almost moved on towards the police station instead.
Except, well, he was interrupted, by someone who held more interest in materialistic items than he did! Leo blinks, looks towards the building once more, and waves both his hands exaggeratively.
“Eh? No! That’s a house for snobby people!” He judges immediately, but then he remembers that said buddy he has is also in possession of many fortunate things, such as giant beds, endless sweets (ignoring his diet) and maids whom he assumes are now sheep in this land, and suddenly he remembers that rich people do have it pretty good. Not because of the beds or sweets, but because anyone who owns a sheep for a butler is in a way better position than he is?!
“Hey, hey, wanna go inside?” Follows a childish grin, already bouncing towards the entrance. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to have tea-I-won’t-drink served to me by ewes!”
The initial response he gets to his questions elicits a laugh, though from the looks of things, that is true. The place looks fancy, perhaps too fancy for the likes of himself, but that was all the more reason to want to get inside the building, right?
“But those snobby people might be having more fun than we are, right~?” Loki states his question, before he perks up immediately at the prospect of going inside of it. Ah, so this stranger wanted to take a peek too, huh? He’s got no qualms against that.
There’s a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he looks to the building, then back to the boy before him--already heading towards the place, it seems. The god quickly follows suit, letting out a hum as he trails after the stranger.
“I’m ready to eat all the sweets they’ve got to offer in there,” He responds, as he pushes the entrance door open, “served by those ewes as well! Doesn’t that just sound fabulous~?”
That’s not all he wants to do, of course, but maybe keeping his other ideas to himself for now would be a good idea. Don’t want to spook away a potential mischief-maker before even getting started.
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