Lahabrea was so exhausted after finishing moving in that he just crashed on the sofa. He was metaphorically ’dead to the world’ until he felt that hint of aether in the room. He awakes with a start, his red gaze searching for the source of his troubles. Thankfully, he needn’t look far to spot Hythlodaeus sitting on the arm of the sofa with an impossibly smug grin upon his face. Lahabrea blinks his eyes in surprise in hopes of combating his exhaustion.

“Sharing a bed?” He lets out an annoyed huff. “Don’t you have your own?” The man questions with a quiet sigh. While Hythlodaeus’ presence isn’t unwelcome here, he is a little surprised by just how bold his colleague has become. Whatever happened to knocking, hm? Lahabrea stares at the lavender fiend as he tries to comb back his tousled hair. Those faded red strands are sticking up in odd places.

“Nevertheless, I’m glad you approve of my choice of decor—” He manages to mutter before a yawn escapes him.