[ and it is, right up until the door opens to a pile of laundry and a small figure carrying it. haru steps inside and sets the basket on the floor, then straightens-- and shrieks in surprise, both hands clapping over his mouth to muffle it (and to keep his swords from hearing and charging in). ]
Pitch-san! [ holy shit you almost gave him a heart attack. he finally lowers his hands, pale eyes wide and still-startled. ] .. Why was I expecting you to use the door..
[ he hesitates, then makes a gesture to the room. ] Did you already know this was my room, or was it a lucky guess?
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Pitch-san! [ holy shit you almost gave him a heart attack. he finally lowers his hands, pale eyes wide and still-startled. ] .. Why was I expecting you to use the door..
[ he hesitates, then makes a gesture to the room. ] Did you already know this was my room, or was it a lucky guess?