[Diarmuid had been expected, so it was easy for Flins to set aside the time. The man had stated it would be the afternoon, so he made sure his plans had been cleared for that slot of the day.
Truth be told, he didn't know what to ask. How do you tell your friend that something seems off about their behavior, when there's truly nothing out of the ordinary about the conversation. Could it be his senses as a fae that are picking up something? The way Diarmuid's voice seemed...stilted?
He would just have to see the man in person to find out.
When he hears that knock, he looks over at the door and passes through the base of the lighthouse to go get it. The main room was.. functional. There was a bed there, with a few cabinets and pictures hung. A clock that Flins only kept winding out of habit than actually looking at it for a sense of time, a lamp or two, and a table in the center with two chairs. Unfortunately, it is also FREEZING. Flins did not have any issue with living in the cold and damp it seems.
The place is also inhabited by two extra 'employees'. A little Litwick, who seems to be napping, and Casimir, the tabby Maine Coon that seems to watch everything with an intense stare.
Flins opens the door, those yellow eyes glittering as he sees his friend.]
Sir Diarmuid, as punctual as ever. Please...come in.
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Date: 2025-11-05 01:50 am (UTC)Truth be told, he didn't know what to ask. How do you tell your friend that something seems off about their behavior, when there's truly nothing out of the ordinary about the conversation. Could it be his senses as a fae that are picking up something? The way Diarmuid's voice seemed...stilted?
He would just have to see the man in person to find out.
When he hears that knock, he looks over at the door and passes through the base of the lighthouse to go get it. The main room was.. functional. There was a bed there, with a few cabinets and pictures hung. A clock that Flins only kept winding out of habit than actually looking at it for a sense of time, a lamp or two, and a table in the center with two chairs. Unfortunately, it is also FREEZING. Flins did not have any issue with living in the cold and damp it seems.
The place is also inhabited by two extra 'employees'. A little Litwick, who seems to be napping, and Casimir, the tabby Maine Coon that seems to watch everything with an intense stare.
Flins opens the door, those yellow eyes glittering as he sees his friend.]
Sir Diarmuid, as punctual as ever. Please...come in.