[A question? Worry creases Komaeda's brow, and now, he's not sure if he should've opened the door. He's... not really feeling up for questions right now, but...
His gaze drops down to that paper bag clutched between Souda's claws, and after a moment, he steps away from the crack in the door to open it fully.]
Come inside. [His own voice is soft, but it seems to be just the byproduct of his exhaustion.
Once inside, Komaeda closes and locks the door behind Souda. Then he leads the way inwards, only to hang a left off the hall to dip into the kitchen with a vague gesture towards the living room.]
Make yourself comfortable, Souda-kun. Would you like some tea?
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His gaze drops down to that paper bag clutched between Souda's claws, and after a moment, he steps away from the crack in the door to open it fully.]
Come inside. [His own voice is soft, but it seems to be just the byproduct of his exhaustion.
Once inside, Komaeda closes and locks the door behind Souda. Then he leads the way inwards, only to hang a left off the hall to dip into the kitchen with a vague gesture towards the living room.]
Make yourself comfortable, Souda-kun. Would you like some tea?