Little Momo marches pridefully up to Pierian's door; the right one to the apartment building. Hoisted up above her head is a boxed lunch wrapped in koi fish decorated cloth. She overhead the microwave fiasco and brought them lunch! The child insists on helping feed the skeleton. "Piiiieeee!" she called gleefully. There's a snort of a giggle from Red.
The skeleton in question... was having a bad day. He'd called into work and lay in bed with no plans to move ever again.
... Okay, so that was a bit dramatic, but he was depressed. Not being in a bar about it was a win, but he wasn't able to get any father than that.
Of course then there's a small child outside his door calling his name. A jolt of adrenaline shoots through him in the form of anxiety, and without really thinking about how, he's on his feet and peeking out the peep hole.
Its a small child alright, holding a cloth wrapped package over her head. And behind her is Red.
He looks back at his dark apartment. There's a couch with red plaid snuggy thrown over it, a mattress in the corner without a blanket, a music box by it, books obviously fished out if the dump piled around the room, and a small kitchenette that contained little more than a sink full of dishes and the aforementioned microwave.
He was not prepared for guests.
He looks back at the door. He couldn't just. Leave them out there. First off there was a child. Second off there was Red.
Pierian nods to himself once, twice, three times... and opens the door.
"heya little miss an' mister big."
He sounds cheery enough, but looks like he slept in his clothes... which isn't too far off from his usual appearance so.