[ Even if he didn't know which room it was, the melody would draw him. Rhy knocks only to announce himself, not waiting for an answer before he lets himself in. ]
Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? [ Rhy smiles, shutting the door behind him and toeing off his shoes immediately, shedding his jacket a pace past the door to leave it draped over a chair. He makes himself comfortable without invitation, knowing none is needed, and seems to relax with every step. ]
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Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? [ Rhy smiles, shutting the door behind him and toeing off his shoes immediately, shedding his jacket a pace past the door to leave it draped over a chair. He makes himself comfortable without invitation, knowing none is needed, and seems to relax with every step. ]
Oh! And you brought Mog!