(he's seen his phone, okay. he knows his people are here, and he's not particularly happy. it does, however, mean that he has to protect them, keep them close and united as he has always done.

so, he needs a house. one to welcome all of them, here and to come, that preferrably isn't covered in debris and empty bottles and wrappers.

except -- with the inconsistency of time, hard to tell whether the time scheduled with the landlord is going to pan out, and in his case, it definitely haven't. an annoyed, loud, boyish voice echoes the streets of mirth as he knocks on the door of a house.)

Hey!! I know you're in there!!

(they: are not.)