Drystan!
Why...was there someone knocking on his door at 8:30 in the goddamn morning?
Noah lifted his head from his pillow to listen again, maybe it was just a dream? Ah, yes--no! There was actually knocking? He narrowed his eyes to make sure that the clock actually did read 8:30, and was now sure that someone was coming to repossess his furniture or some obnoxious shit like that. Because with the way his week was going, that's exactly what would be happening.
He drooped out of bed like a slug, and shuffled his way down the stairs to the front door. Terry had still been fast asleep when he passed his door, and with the planetarium not opening until 10 these days (why open any earlier when you had no visitors until after lunch time?), Noah liked to sleep in as often as he could. Usually he had the warmth of Odette waking up beside him, but seeing as she was now ignoring him again because of a fight (because that's how adults handled these sorts of things, you know), Noah was actually glad he had to get up. Forced him to ignore the fact that he'd been alone, yet again, last night.
Peering through the peephole, Noah stared for a good ten seconds before opening the door with a very confused, flustered expression. He blinked at Drystan (and the baby in his arms) before running a hand through his hair and opening the door wider, "It's too early for debauchery and uncharted territories."
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