The urgency in his cousin's texts hadn't gone unnoticed. So, he'd made haste. In that way, he'd managed to throw on his dream self's coat to walk out into the southern Californian air. It wasn't too hot out, but he wouldn't have noticed anyway. His human senses had certainly been dulled in some respects, which was why he would continue wearing suits well into the peak of summer.
Arthur did a speedy enough job in cruising him over to Troy's flat. After the debacle of finding a parking spot, he practically took leaps and strides to get up to Troy's. With all the curious enthusiasm in the world, he turned up on his cousin's doorsteps with a hand held up to knock that was instantly halted. John had lost his taste for knocks lately, though he couldn't quite decide why.
Fortunately, he didn't have to bother. Noting the crack, he let himself in. Rather than shirk his coat, he donned his glasses and ventured into the kitchen where a marvelous contraption awaited him. And his cousin.
"Look at that," he breathed out, drawing closer to the machine. Squinting through his specs, he observed it a moment before glancing at Troy. "This isn't for... is it...?"