[It was muffled. Through aged walls, whatever was happening in the
guest room Damian had situated (which meant dusted and replaced bedclothes) for Jude and Oliver, the sound seeped through to
Damian's bedroom. Perhaps they were simply conversing. He could not say. Damian had not shared a wall with anyone in the room over since he'd occupied the Wainright Manor, and so, he was not accustomed to interpreting the reverberations that came through dampened by insulation.—It was annoying. It was stupid. And Damian was very displeased. He did not want to leave his room, but he knew he and Misha had to, to go speak with the other boys.
His hair was still in disarray and he slid into his hoodie quickly, zipping it up to his chin. With his hands in his pockets, a glare at the wall, then Misha, he shoved the door open. It was black and yellow in the corridor, an amber-captured moment of déjà vu. Only this time, there were no ninja. He made an annoyed sound with his tongue on his teeth, but it would have been difficult for anyone outside of him to know what precisely it was aimed at.—The man pulled his hood up, black shield over dark face and hair, and he walked to the door. The pizza Father had ordered was in a
warming cart.
Titus had fallen asleep in front of it. That was the only thing that elicited a smile from his lips as he bent at the knees to scratch the puppy's head.] Good boy. Come. [Titus stood, gray tail wagging strongly, and he followed Damian as he rather rudely entered the guest room.]