"He definitely will. Especially if I nudge him and drop a hint about the right time to come by - he likes surprises a lot, so you'll be welcome."
It still tickles her that she can just ask, and Sheogorath would be there. Because he wants to, because she's asking him. It's a luxury, really, is how it feels. But likewise, all he would have to do is ask, and she would be rushing to his side.
"This one should be yours. Here, through the gate...do you have your key, or do we need to improvise?"
"I've got it somewhere." Once they're through the gate, and up the steps, he lets go of Fever's arm to start patting down his pockets. "...I think."
If he woke up with his sending stone still in his pocket, he definitely must still have his -- ah-HAH, there it is! He unearths it and runs his hand over the doorknob to feel for the keyhole.
Before he unlocks his door, though, he turns to Fever. "Thanks for taking me all the way home, Miss Fever. And hey, um -- " He visibly hesitates, then blurts out, "Don't feel bad about outweighing me on those scales, okay? I've barely done anything, I bet anybody on the whole island would outweigh me."
Oh, Radar. Something in her gut twinges with how perfectly innocent that statement is. The depth of the divide between what he says and what she knows the reality is.
Still, there's a warmth in her tone. At least she doesn't have to fool his eyes.
"I'll let that go if you let go of you making a break for escape. We won't blame ourselves for a bit of it. Deal?"
After some fumbling, Radar succeeds in getting the door open -- which immediately unleashes a cacophony of clefclefclef and fiiiii!! from his pets. The Cleffa and Fidough barrel around the corner like he left for an entire month instead of a little over twenty-four hours.
"Oh," he says, voice cracking a little, and then quickly to Fever, "Bye. See you tomorrow."
Even after he shuts the door behind him, she'll be able to hear him: "Hi, yeah, I'm home, I'm so sorry you two, it's not gonna happen again I promise..."
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It still tickles her that she can just ask, and Sheogorath would be there. Because he wants to, because she's asking him. It's a luxury, really, is how it feels. But likewise, all he would have to do is ask, and she would be rushing to his side.
"This one should be yours. Here, through the gate...do you have your key, or do we need to improvise?"
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If he woke up with his sending stone still in his pocket, he definitely must still have his -- ah-HAH, there it is! He unearths it and runs his hand over the doorknob to feel for the keyhole.
Before he unlocks his door, though, he turns to Fever. "Thanks for taking me all the way home, Miss Fever. And hey, um -- " He visibly hesitates, then blurts out, "Don't feel bad about outweighing me on those scales, okay? I've barely done anything, I bet anybody on the whole island would outweigh me."
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Still, there's a warmth in her tone. At least she doesn't have to fool his eyes.
"I'll let that go if you let go of you making a break for escape. We won't blame ourselves for a bit of it. Deal?"
Guilt named and absolved by the other.
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After some fumbling, Radar succeeds in getting the door open -- which immediately unleashes a cacophony of clefclefclef and fiiiii!! from his pets. The Cleffa and Fidough barrel around the corner like he left for an entire month instead of a little over twenty-four hours.
"Oh," he says, voice cracking a little, and then quickly to Fever, "Bye. See you tomorrow."
Even after he shuts the door behind him, she'll be able to hear him: "Hi, yeah, I'm home, I'm so sorry you two, it's not gonna happen again I promise..."
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He shuts the door, and she lingers just a moment, listening, looking at the door with an expression no one can see, before heading off.