the unwarranted invasion of personal space catches him off guard
yet he neglects to move or even attempt to defend himself. he didn’t
have it in him at this moment to send him away. yes, lucien would be
asleep so long as both of them were quiet. the only thing he’s worried
about is the smell of alcohol on his neighbor’s breath. this was a smell
he associated with robert a lot; he was drinking again.“ i care not when you sleep so long as you say off the streets during the
hours that would call too much attention to your antics– seeing as you
are suspicious enough as is– “a sweeping motion of his arm ushers robert into the main foyer. lord knows
he’s seen it close to a million times, but nonetheless, damien does he best
to keep it all looking impressive and properly kept.“ i assume you remember your way to the library, yes ? “
❝… Can’t STAND being at home,❞ he’d mutter under his breath, though he is quick to regain his cool, giving Damien a soft smile as he’s ushered towards the doorway. ❝Nothing I do is THAT atrocious. People just see a shady dude in a leather jacket hunting cryptids and assume he’s up to something. I mean, sometimes I am. What ever, I digress.❞
Robert would flash Damien a soft grin, giving his partner a soft pat on the back. ❝'Course I do, Dames. Don’t even worry about it.❞ Upon entering the house, Robert would sigh and stretch, lifting his arms above his head momentarily as his eyes wander around the room. It looked just as it usually did, of course, but even SOBER, Robert had found himself amazed each time how well put-together and elegant Damien’s house was.
Breaking from his few seconds of marvel, he shoves his hands in his pockets, and begins to make his way up the stairs, to the library.