[It takes several rounds of knocking to rouse Koumei from his uneasy slumber for long enough to shrug on his robe and slip on his slippers to actually go and answer the door. A prince by rank and lineage, as well as military commander and academic, he was unused to having to answer his own door and take his own calls. Typically someone else in the palace took care of such business, allowing him to continue his work with the war effort undisturbed.
Or, if someone really wanted him, they came and got him on their own. There was none of this knocking and polite waiting.
Cracking the door open, Koumei peered out at the tall, regal stranger standing at the door. His hair messy hair, noticeably bound in a high and uneven tail even through the slim opening, did nothing to help his presentation-- although, someone with a practiced eye would notice that the cut and weave of his clothes were startlingly fine for someone so disheveled.]
...Is there something you need? [he asked, no hint of sarcasm or demand in his tone. He merely wanted to cut straight to the point-- two hours of sleep wasn't nearly enough to bolster him for the hassel of being social.]
open!
Or, if someone really wanted him, they came and got him on their own. There was none of this knocking and polite waiting.
Cracking the door open, Koumei peered out at the tall, regal stranger standing at the door. His hair messy hair, noticeably bound in a high and uneven tail even through the slim opening, did nothing to help his presentation-- although, someone with a practiced eye would notice that the cut and weave of his clothes were startlingly fine for someone so disheveled.]
...Is there something you need? [he asked, no hint of sarcasm or demand in his tone. He merely wanted to cut straight to the point-- two hours of sleep wasn't nearly enough to bolster him for the hassel of being social.]