Loves her taste in dresses? Really? Wrathion lofts an eyebrow at that, watches Ethel preen and then go marching off.
His eyes flit to Huaisang, and Wrathion studies the reaction a moment before nodding.
"Of course," he says finally, unwinding his scarf and beginning to continue onwards towards his front door. He digs for his keys, finishes unfastening his coat before he reaches to unlock and push his way in. The house is relatively normal, inside and out, aside from the instant blast of heating that's noticeable from inside. Wrathion is used to warmer climates, and so the heating has been habitually kept high. "You'll just have me for company, but I'll pass on the invitation of course."
Said with a mildly conversational tone, as if that's all they're coming inside for.
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His eyes flit to Huaisang, and Wrathion studies the reaction a moment before nodding.
"Of course," he says finally, unwinding his scarf and beginning to continue onwards towards his front door. He digs for his keys, finishes unfastening his coat before he reaches to unlock and push his way in. The house is relatively normal, inside and out, aside from the instant blast of heating that's noticeable from inside. Wrathion is used to warmer climates, and so the heating has been habitually kept high. "You'll just have me for company, but I'll pass on the invitation of course."
Said with a mildly conversational tone, as if that's all they're coming inside for.