private rp.
Brell heard him first. The Ninetales was also in the room, and always hanging around some corner or another. Mindfang didn’t get up from her desk, and didn’t want to - she was quiet, in her best effort to sound like she wasn’t in. Esme watched Brell glide from the bed to the door.
“You can… should, come in.” Brell said it for her, though Mindfang herself wouldn’t understand her - she didn’t have the Summoner’s talent, “I don’t see her opening the door tonight. You should speak to her.”
“Hmph.” Mindfang awoke from her temporary stupor, stashing her bags behind her bed, where they would be hidden by Esme’s spreading palm leaves. Making up the bed, organizing her papers.
Tidying up the signs of leaving.
Oh. Rufioh let himself in after he heard the ninetales, Mindfang's Brell. Getting stuck in the door, for a second, walking forward and his horns clanging loudly against the wall, before backing up and sliding sideways into the room, hastily, as though to just cover up that happened. If Mindfang didn't want to open the door for him, then he must be upset over something. Which wasn't good at all. "Cleaning?" The summoner questioned, having seen a little of Mindfang bustling about. Not thinking anything of it, though her room did always just seem a little, cluttered to him. But if she wanted to clean up, hey, that was her business. "I didn't see you as a spontaneous cleaning type." He was pretty sure she wasn't. He glanced about the room, lingering on Esme, sitting there as large as she was, and Brell too. Not saying much to them, though, and just then looking over at Mindfang.
