You know, you're the second person to throw that word around.
( It doesn't take long after the knock comes before he's answering. The door opens to the small but neat room, and Leon himself looks relaxed enough in jeans and a t-shirt. )
Hey, Esikko. ( He greets with an easy smile as he steps aside, motioning him in with a smooth sweep of one hand. He closes the door quietly behind him, then nods his head towards a pair of slippers near the door. ) They're all yours if you want. ( As he says it, he takes a couple steps further into the room, gesturing to the space around them. )
Make yourself at home.
( Not that there's much to his room. Everything seems pretty standard for the small space, but at least it's all neat for the moment. The only things that might seem to stand out are a couple of books on the nightstand with a few pieces of paper tucked between the pages. ) Can I get you anything? ( As he asks, it might be obvious that he's checking the other man over - looking for injuries or any sign that something might be off. This is their first time meeting in person, so it's not like he has much of a reference for Esikko on a good day. But it won't stop him from checking. )
( As Esikko enters, it's with a small vase of chamomile flowers. It seems rude to visit someone without a gift, and seeing as plants are his specialty and always mildly relevant, why not? He's dressed in hanbok himself, but he eagerly slips from his shoes to the slippers once inside, then gets to peering around.
It's a bit funny, honestly, how this room now can look "big" to him. When he first arrived here, he'd have considered this poor, or quaint. Being stuck in the basement levels has been a bit of a wakeup call. )
Oh, no, I'm fine.
( Esikko looks a little tired, though really this is one of his better energy days, and there are only a couple of noteworthy things to him. The red marks beneath his eyes are consistent as always, but fairly visible in person, and try as he might to part his hair to the right enough to obscure the view of the new branded tattoo on his neck, he can never fully manage it: it's visible both from the side and the front, in different parts, reading TRANSGRESSOR.
He eyes those books on the nightstand, but tries to pace his own nosy curiosity, instead finding a seat wherever there might be one available. A couch, if there is one, and if not, then the bed will do. )
What have you been up to, then? Anything exciting?
( The flowers are unexpected, but Leon finds himself reaching out quickly. )
Here, let me.
( He takes the base, setting it aside before turning his attention back to Esikko. As he does, he takes a moment to look him over, following the line of his clothing, the colors and shape of them. Not something he's familiar with, that much is immediately clear by the curious way he regards him. But his eyes find their way up and towards the tattoo on his neck and what he can see of the tattoo there. It brings a thoughtful frown to his lips, but he doesn't linger on it before his eyes are back on his face.
There's no couch, so where Esikko ends up is the bed, and Leon sits beside him after a moment. There's a respectable distance between them - enough that either of them could easily reach out and touch the other, but still plenty of distance for them to have their own space and not feel crowded. )
Me? ( He replies with a soft huff, shaking his head. ) Nothing as exciting as you, it looks like.
( Getting shot at by his doppelganger, getting trapped in a portrait of the nightmare from back home... Exciting isn't the word he'd use.
He twists slightly to better look at Esikko, glancing at what he can see of the tattoo again. )
( Esikko hesitates for only a moment before angling his head to the side so that Leon can see the mark a bit better. He's not a fan of it— irritating side effects of being terrible for his shopping desires aside, it's ugly, and a little large, and difficult to hide without looking ridiculous. But that's the point, isn't it? And sitting around being ashamed of it would only be letting the House win. So. )
Not at all. It appeared just as suddenly as our mark tattoos. The House wasn't a fan of me trying to create a way home for its residents, I suppose.
( Though he was given space between them, Esikko takes up a bit of it now with his palm on the mattress, leaning closer as he tilts his head for one last angle, curling his hair out of the way with a slow drag of his fingers. )
It was that obvious immediately, was it? ( He sounds a little bothered by that, but it's ultimately a light sort of whining, followed by him straightening himself and dropping his hand away from his hair with a sigh. )
( It's only when he notices Esikko tilting his head that he realizes he might not want attention to be called to it. The thought has Leon turning his gaze elsewhere, attention forward as he leans back with his hands on the bed behind him to support his weight. )
A way home? What'd you do?
( Leon does glance over again, but his attention is on the other man's face this time. A place where it settles easily, one brow going up slowly. ) Must have been pretty bad if they decided they wanted everyone to know you've been up to no good. ( But he can't say he blames him. If he had some kind of ability or special skill, he can't say he'd be able to stop himself from giving it his all to try and find a way out of here for everyone. Being given a tattoo for it feels like a small price to pay. )
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( It doesn't take long after the knock comes before he's answering. The door opens to the small but neat room, and Leon himself looks relaxed enough in jeans and a t-shirt. )
Hey, Esikko. ( He greets with an easy smile as he steps aside, motioning him in with a smooth sweep of one hand. He closes the door quietly behind him, then nods his head towards a pair of slippers near the door. ) They're all yours if you want. ( As he says it, he takes a couple steps further into the room, gesturing to the space around them. )
Make yourself at home.
( Not that there's much to his room. Everything seems pretty standard for the small space, but at least it's all neat for the moment. The only things that might seem to stand out are a couple of books on the nightstand with a few pieces of paper tucked between the pages. ) Can I get you anything? ( As he asks, it might be obvious that he's checking the other man over - looking for injuries or any sign that something might be off. This is their first time meeting in person, so it's not like he has much of a reference for Esikko on a good day. But it won't stop him from checking. )
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It's a bit funny, honestly, how this room now can look "big" to him. When he first arrived here, he'd have considered this poor, or quaint. Being stuck in the basement levels has been a bit of a wakeup call. )
Oh, no, I'm fine.
( Esikko looks a little tired, though really this is one of his better energy days, and there are only a couple of noteworthy things to him. The red marks beneath his eyes are consistent as always, but fairly visible in person, and try as he might to part his hair to the right enough to obscure the view of the new branded tattoo on his neck, he can never fully manage it: it's visible both from the side and the front, in different parts, reading TRANSGRESSOR.
He eyes those books on the nightstand, but tries to pace his own nosy curiosity, instead finding a seat wherever there might be one available. A couch, if there is one, and if not, then the bed will do. )
What have you been up to, then? Anything exciting?
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Here, let me.
( He takes the base, setting it aside before turning his attention back to Esikko. As he does, he takes a moment to look him over, following the line of his clothing, the colors and shape of them. Not something he's familiar with, that much is immediately clear by the curious way he regards him. But his eyes find their way up and towards the tattoo on his neck and what he can see of the tattoo there. It brings a thoughtful frown to his lips, but he doesn't linger on it before his eyes are back on his face.
There's no couch, so where Esikko ends up is the bed, and Leon sits beside him after a moment. There's a respectable distance between them - enough that either of them could easily reach out and touch the other, but still plenty of distance for them to have their own space and not feel crowded. )
Me? ( He replies with a soft huff, shaking his head. ) Nothing as exciting as you, it looks like.
( Getting shot at by his doppelganger, getting trapped in a portrait of the nightmare from back home... Exciting isn't the word he'd use.
He twists slightly to better look at Esikko, glancing at what he can see of the tattoo again. )
Does it hurt?
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Not at all. It appeared just as suddenly as our mark tattoos. The House wasn't a fan of me trying to create a way home for its residents, I suppose.
( Though he was given space between them, Esikko takes up a bit of it now with his palm on the mattress, leaning closer as he tilts his head for one last angle, curling his hair out of the way with a slow drag of his fingers. )
It was that obvious immediately, was it? ( He sounds a little bothered by that, but it's ultimately a light sort of whining, followed by him straightening himself and dropping his hand away from his hair with a sigh. )
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A way home? What'd you do?
( Leon does glance over again, but his attention is on the other man's face this time. A place where it settles easily, one brow going up slowly. ) Must have been pretty bad if they decided they wanted everyone to know you've been up to no good. ( But he can't say he blames him. If he had some kind of ability or special skill, he can't say he'd be able to stop himself from giving it his all to try and find a way out of here for everyone. Being given a tattoo for it feels like a small price to pay. )
\o/
( That's the simple version, apparently, and he tilts his head a little in his explanation. )
It messed with it in a variety of ways, but ultimately, nothing was permanent. Unfortunately.