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Saul Chibi is by Requiem!
Unlike the last time he'd been outside the door, Saul waited patiently for an answer before walking in. He knew that Lilin didn't have much of a problem with his invasion of her privacy- he'd seen her at her very worst and accepted her for who she was. But that didn't mean he had the right to waltz in whenever he pleased. Hands twisted together as green eyes searched the wood carefully, picking up patterns out and smiling softly. He didn't know how she would react to his words, but he had to say them. He couldn't have been the only one who felt the unease of being here, of living in someone elses home and on their property in their absence. Maybe it was just him- afterall, Lilin and Ezra had been here a whole lot longer than he and they were more comfortable around this place. Still, he would drive himself mad if he didn't say anything to her, to gauge her reaction and assess her intentions. His intentions would be made clear shortly, he just needed a little time to sort out his thoughts.
A soft, tentative word came from within, confirming her presence within the room and Saul smiled softly. His heart jumped slightly and he glanced down in an almost confused manner, as if to reprimand his misbehaving organ. With a snort, he allowed his creamy paw to descend on the handle before letting himself in. He paused, taking in his surroundings and adjusting to the new environment. Lilin was sat over by her dressing table, a comb in hand. She still looked sad to him, but he didn't exactly blame her. A lot had happened in the last few weeks and he supposed that her head probably hadn't stopped spinning. Green eyes grazed over her body, trying to pick up as much as he could before a deep rumbling came from his chest in the form of a soft sigh. How are you doing Lilin? He asked, concern for her clear in his voice. He crossed over to the wall facing her, sliding down and stretching his legs out as he waited to see if she would answer his question.
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