[ honestly he dozed off some seconds after mars' last reply and didn't therefore send one of his own. he stirs at the sound of the door however, blinking slow and unworried. even the house somehow is good at not being too inviting unless overt, so he has no doubt it would be mars. that's not fool-proof logic, but ugetsu doesn't care enough to be concerned. rather, he finds himself perhaps too selfishly pleased at the particular tone and medium of mars' voice in this space specially curated for sound in ways that appreciate even speaking better than most. from his spot sitting still against the counter's base, he smiles blithely and waves. ]
Hello. I hope you didn't have any trouble getting here.
[ he squints at the duffel, thoughtful. the ache in the back of his head made him a little nauseous before but that's ebbed off, and he supposes his inability to focus his eyes is residual from that too; the narrow edge of dizzy. well, that's why he's sitting after all; completely taken care of. or so he'd say. the swelling bruise on his face, threaded with jagged abrasions that came from tasteless rings, well, he wasn't lying when he said it doesn't 'bother' him. 'hurts' is almost a friendly word. he hasn't been thinking hard about anything all morning or night; it's pleasant.
though he does wish he could focus his vision better, because... ]
And hello to you too.
[ it's not that he can see viola; it's that he can't imagine she's hiding anywhere else on mars, though if she was that would be impressive on both their parts. ]
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Hello. I hope you didn't have any trouble getting here.
[ he squints at the duffel, thoughtful. the ache in the back of his head made him a little nauseous before but that's ebbed off, and he supposes his inability to focus his eyes is residual from that too; the narrow edge of dizzy. well, that's why he's sitting after all; completely taken care of. or so he'd say. the swelling bruise on his face, threaded with jagged abrasions that came from tasteless rings, well, he wasn't lying when he said it doesn't 'bother' him. 'hurts' is almost a friendly word. he hasn't been thinking hard about anything all morning or night; it's pleasant.
though he does wish he could focus his vision better, because... ]
And hello to you too.
[ it's not that he can see viola; it's that he can't imagine she's hiding anywhere else on mars, though if she was that would be impressive on both their parts. ]