Knocking softly on the door, Zagreus looks down at himself to ensure everything is nice and proper for visiting a friend. Not that there's anything different about him, really, but it's the first time he's done so, after all. It's much unlike his close ones back at home, who were lodged in the House's winding and labyrinthic halls and corridors, who he walked past frequently and met in their common rooms, or happening upon a shade residing somewhere in a chamber or space somewhere in Hades.
The closest thing he had ever done to this was visiting his Mother in her evergreen cottage. And even that is different, somehow.
So, with a little bottle of artisanal mead under his arm, he waits for Hibiki to answer the door. A beat, and:]
Oh, Gods, this is the right place, isn't it? [A mutter, suddenly apprehensive. It must be, right? He's usually good at following directions.]
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Knocking softly on the door, Zagreus looks down at himself to ensure everything is nice and proper for visiting a friend. Not that there's anything different about him, really, but it's the first time he's done so, after all. It's much unlike his close ones back at home, who were lodged in the House's winding and labyrinthic halls and corridors, who he walked past frequently and met in their common rooms, or happening upon a shade residing somewhere in a chamber or space somewhere in Hades.
The closest thing he had ever done to this was visiting his Mother in her evergreen cottage. And even that is different, somehow.
So, with a little bottle of artisanal mead under his arm, he waits for Hibiki to answer the door. A beat, and:]
Oh, Gods, this is the right place, isn't it? [A mutter, suddenly apprehensive. It must be, right? He's usually good at following directions.]