You're too kind. Someone could try and take advantage of that you know.
[Scaramouche finds himself voicing a concern that really shouldn't exist as he shuts the door, eyes fixed on the box of sweets in his hands. He has little idea as to how many people Vennessa spends her time with, but it wouldn't be a shock to hear of anyone trying to exploit the kindness she offers so willingly.]
Hm?
[It takes him a moment longer to look up and see Vennessa standing politely. Another for him to shake the thoughts and concerns from his mind, to consider leaving the sweets in the kitchen before deciding against it not wanting Ei to eat them all. And one more to focus fully on the reason he'd asked for the woman to visit.
Not to keep her waiting any longer from his own distractions, the Harbinger makes his way further into the home, fully expecting she'll follow without prompting.
It's nothing special, nor particularly big - the main room devoid of anything personal of his, save for a tank of purple beetles, though he wanders though not stopping until he reaches his room. His hat sits atop a small table, and other than some makeup and a sparse amount of things for his hair, his room is as equally bare of personal touches.]
If I don't have everything we need, I can look through Ei's room. I'm sure she has more than enough things for her hair.
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[Scaramouche finds himself voicing a concern that really shouldn't exist as he shuts the door, eyes fixed on the box of sweets in his hands. He has little idea as to how many people Vennessa spends her time with, but it wouldn't be a shock to hear of anyone trying to exploit the kindness she offers so willingly.]
Hm?
[It takes him a moment longer to look up and see Vennessa standing politely. Another for him to shake the thoughts and concerns from his mind, to consider leaving the sweets in the kitchen before deciding against it not wanting Ei to eat them all. And one more to focus fully on the reason he'd asked for the woman to visit.
Not to keep her waiting any longer from his own distractions, the Harbinger makes his way further into the home, fully expecting she'll follow without prompting.
It's nothing special, nor particularly big - the main room devoid of anything personal of his, save for a tank of purple beetles, though he wanders though not stopping until he reaches his room. His hat sits atop a small table, and other than some makeup and a sparse amount of things for his hair, his room is as equally bare of personal touches.]
If I don't have everything we need, I can look through Ei's room. I'm sure she has more than enough things for her hair.