[Felix hears Claude's approach before his knuckles rap against the door. A benefit of living so close to him, he supposes.
He doesn't hop up and answer the door right away, although he's well aware time is of the essence here: if he leaves Claude out there too long, someone might spot him at Felix's door and by breakfast, there will be murmurs of a certain Golden Deer visiting a certain Blue Lion's quarters; or worse, Claude will grow antsy and eventually start singing or howling or anything loudly enough to gain the attention of Felix and anyone for miles around. So he moves quickly and efficiently, fixing the coverlet on his already-made bed, making sure there's enough space for them along with cups and a pitcher of still-cool water he'd snuck up from the kitchens, and, finally, giving himself a once-over in his mirror and fixing his appearance.
And then, after promptly realizing what he's just done, he messes his clothes up but keeps his hair picture-perfect. Just because.
The door opens a few moments after that, and Felix stands at the threshold, his eyes squinting with suspicion.]
...no one followed you, correct?
[Followed him, for less than thirty feet of space. Yet, he's dead serious. Or seems to be, as he widens the door just slightly so that it doesn't make too much noise, and gestures for Claude to step right on in.]
and a step to...months later
He doesn't hop up and answer the door right away, although he's well aware time is of the essence here: if he leaves Claude out there too long, someone might spot him at Felix's door and by breakfast, there will be murmurs of a certain Golden Deer visiting a certain Blue Lion's quarters; or worse, Claude will grow antsy and eventually start singing or howling or anything loudly enough to gain the attention of Felix and anyone for miles around. So he moves quickly and efficiently, fixing the coverlet on his already-made bed, making sure there's enough space for them along with cups and a pitcher of still-cool water he'd snuck up from the kitchens, and, finally, giving himself a once-over in his mirror and fixing his appearance.
And then, after promptly realizing what he's just done, he messes his clothes up but keeps his hair picture-perfect. Just because.
The door opens a few moments after that, and Felix stands at the threshold, his eyes squinting with suspicion.]
...no one followed you, correct?
[Followed him, for less than thirty feet of space. Yet, he's dead serious. Or seems to be, as he widens the door just slightly so that it doesn't make too much noise, and gestures for Claude to step right on in.]