[August has managed to pry himself away from bed, and after a way too long shower, has a fresher feel about him. demonic magic hangs off of him, infects the air and leaves it thick and heavy. he isn't quite interested in figuring breakfast out (or eating) so he's wasting time poking and prodding around the room when Theo decides to invade.
he assumes people are looking for their people, from voices that carry along the halls and the brief conversations that he's been able to catch. Theo's tone leaves him nonplussed and he can't hide the smirk from his lips when he turns to look and sees the state of him - wrapped in a sheet, absolutely bed-worn.]
And it's you.
[in the sheet, in a room that's designated to him that he doesn't care about.]
hi hello / welcome
he assumes people are looking for their people, from voices that carry along the halls and the brief conversations that he's been able to catch. Theo's tone leaves him nonplussed and he can't hide the smirk from his lips when he turns to look and sees the state of him - wrapped in a sheet, absolutely bed-worn.]
And it's you.
[in the sheet, in a room that's designated to him that he doesn't care about.]
It's my door for now.