Laios leans a shoulder against the door for a moment, like he thinks he might be able to hear the guards talking about them, and then Kabru says that and he turns back with his gaze lowered and kind of smug. Good job is a lot, he's not emotionally prepared for good job right now. Presses both his shoulders back against the door. The bar was noisy, crowded, and he feels the quiet in here as a stark contrast.
Laios' room is tidy in a way that speaks to his personal preference rather than just the royal staff. He doesn't really occupy much more than half the expansive bedroom, hasn't decorated the it beyond a few personal touches — his armour on a stand in the corner with Kensuke on the stone wall by it; letters and souvenirs on his work desk alongside more official correspondence he owes a reply; mementos of the dungeon, mostly from trips before that final push to save Falin; several fluffy pelts carpeting the stone floor. Plenty of books, even though he's not a reader by choice. There's just a lot to learn.
"And then it's... Maria, on sixth shift, catches you sneaking out?" This whole plan didn't really deserve the good job, it's mostly about enjoying spending time with Kabru and then letting people jump to the wrong conclusion, both of which come easy. They've reached the part he's actually nervous about. "You can borrow something to sleep in, if you like."
doesn't deserve the 'good job' but his tail is still wagging about it... okay laios
Kabru is a little surprised (and relieved) that none of the "trophies" Izutsumi or Mithrun bring back for Laios have made their way into his bedroom... except maybe some of the pelts on the floor that Kabru is deciding not to examine too closely. He's never actually been in here before, and it's an interesting glimpse at a side of Laios he hasn't had the chance to see until now.
He doesn't snoop, though, instead turning his attention from looking around the room back to Laios when he speaks. "Yes, that's right."
Right... now comes the part Kabru has specifically avoided thinking too much about. Spending the night with Laios. Some day in the near future, he will have to do this every night. His own things, minimal as they are, will be moved into this room, and he won't have to borrow anything from Laios to sleep in because all of his own clothes will be here. Maybe he'll even feel comfortable enough to sleep just in his underwear as he normally does at some point.
Not tonight, though. "Oh, sure. Thank you." He sits on the end of the bed, assuming Laios doesn't want him just digging through his wardrobe, gaze drifting over the titles on the nearby bookshelf. Signs of the work Laios has been putting in. "It might take me a bit to get to sleep... I hope I don't keep you up."
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Laios' room is tidy in a way that speaks to his personal preference rather than just the royal staff. He doesn't really occupy much more than half the expansive bedroom, hasn't decorated the it beyond a few personal touches — his armour on a stand in the corner with Kensuke on the stone wall by it; letters and souvenirs on his work desk alongside more official correspondence he owes a reply; mementos of the dungeon, mostly from trips before that final push to save Falin; several fluffy pelts carpeting the stone floor. Plenty of books, even though he's not a reader by choice. There's just a lot to learn.
"And then it's... Maria, on sixth shift, catches you sneaking out?" This whole plan didn't really deserve the good job, it's mostly about enjoying spending time with Kabru and then letting people jump to the wrong conclusion, both of which come easy. They've reached the part he's actually nervous about. "You can borrow something to sleep in, if you like."
doesn't deserve the 'good job' but his tail is still wagging about it... okay laios
He doesn't snoop, though, instead turning his attention from looking around the room back to Laios when he speaks. "Yes, that's right."
Right... now comes the part Kabru has specifically avoided thinking too much about. Spending the night with Laios. Some day in the near future, he will have to do this every night. His own things, minimal as they are, will be moved into this room, and he won't have to borrow anything from Laios to sleep in because all of his own clothes will be here. Maybe he'll even feel comfortable enough to sleep just in his underwear as he normally does at some point.
Not tonight, though. "Oh, sure. Thank you." He sits on the end of the bed, assuming Laios doesn't want him just digging through his wardrobe, gaze drifting over the titles on the nearby bookshelf. Signs of the work Laios has been putting in. "It might take me a bit to get to sleep... I hope I don't keep you up."