( given their close proximity, it doesn't take long for him to rasp his knuckles at esikko's door--the shower had been quick but thorough, ensuring that he won't leave the smell of smoke and dying skin on whatever it is that esikko picks out for him to wear. he's not entirely keen on dressing up, usually, preferring to stick to his monochromatic wardrobe, but for someone's birthday, especially esikko, he's not going to make a fuss about it. if it's the one day a year he has to wear something colorful, so be it.
for now, at least, he's got on a loose t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants, blue plaid (see, some color makes it into his choices), and a pair of slides, as though fully intending to return back to esikko's room after their dinner date for sleep. makes more sense than coming over fully dressed, anyway.
his head tilts, waiting, as he gropes in his pocket for the package of cigarettes, confirming they're still there--it smells oddly floral outside esikko's door, which is somewhat typical, but this? it smells....stronger. demanding. has he been playing around with magic, again?
eyes narrowed, he knocks again, a little more insistent. )
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for now, at least, he's got on a loose t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants, blue plaid (see, some color makes it into his choices), and a pair of slides, as though fully intending to return back to esikko's room after their dinner date for sleep. makes more sense than coming over fully dressed, anyway.
his head tilts, waiting, as he gropes in his pocket for the package of cigarettes, confirming they're still there--it smells oddly floral outside esikko's door, which is somewhat typical, but this? it smells....stronger. demanding. has he been playing around with magic, again?
eyes narrowed, he knocks again, a little more insistent. )