You have my thanks for inviting me to your home. [Said as he was allowed to enter. Shabby as the place looked to a normal person, there was a soft smile set upon Diarmuid's face. Much like his tone over their voice conversation, it was stilted and tinged with a little sadness. For a split second he seemed to look at nothing in particular, but then scanned the room in its tiny glory along with the Litwick and intense cat.
It seemed like he was looking for something, but didn't know what.
But he brightened as if nothing happen on looking directly at his friend.]
You've made a comfortable and humble home for yourself, I see. [Said as if this place wasn't ramshackle to hell and back, but in fairness Diarmuid did genuinely find it to be its own kind of cozy.]
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Date: 2025-11-05 09:13 pm (UTC)It seemed like he was looking for something, but didn't know what.
But he brightened as if nothing happen on looking directly at his friend.]
You've made a comfortable and humble home for yourself, I see. [Said as if this place wasn't ramshackle to hell and back, but in fairness Diarmuid did genuinely find it to be its own kind of cozy.]