It's time. The day has come, when Flandre finally goes to see where Library has been living. And it's this day that Library would learn... that Flandre doesn't have as much control over his own appearance as other people. He's still wearing his labcoat and pyjamas, unable to convince that personality to wear something else. He has, however, managed to change into loafers instead of slippers. Pink bunny loafers, but it's an improvement. His coat is pristine and white instead of its usual messy grey, his sleep mask is in the front pocket of the coat instead of on his forehead, and he even brushed his hair.
A sort of, well-polished mess, if you will.
"Alright, Library, Passage... I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
Library's home is... much as she had described. A literal hole in the ground, dug out beneath a large tree. Dirt and roots form the little hovel's walls, while a layer of tough clay and rock forms the ground- atop which were a number of carpets spread out all across the floor, to keep shoes and feet... perhaps not clean, but less dirty while inside. A few small indents in the walls held candles to keep the place lit, even if it was still rather dim inside. Where normally light would have come from the sun filtering in through the entryway, it had already dipped below the horizon, offering Flandre safety from that particular hazard.
The room itself was spacious, for being a hole under a tree, enough to accommodate five, maybe six people comfortably. A few things decorated the corners of the place; A pair of bedrolls, a pile of books, and a single low table. The table was set with a handful of dishes- Some fish, a mix of sliced-up fruits and vegetables, and a pile of cookies, likely all things Romia had prepared.
And sat around that little table were three figures, each turning to meet Flandre's gaze when he entered.
"Ooh, Dad's here!" Passage, sat between the other two, who had already been nibbling on a cookie before his arrival.
"Yes... I hope you feel enough at home. I know this is hardly anything, compared to the sprawling House of Lights you call home..." Library, to Passage's right, who briefly averted her gaze.
And to Passage's left, who leapt to her feet after a brief pause...
"OHHHHHHHHHH IT'S YOU!!!" Romia blurted out, a single finger pointed dramatically Flandre's direction.
Another pause, followed by silence.
".........Ohhhhhh my gosh, I'm so sorry, forget I said anything!" Romia dropped right back down into her seat, putting her hands on her head, and shaking it vigorously. "Just a bad dream, just a bad dream..."
"Did aunt Romia eat something bad before bed last night...?" Passage asked idly, prompting a sigh from Library.
"Er... Please forgive that outburst, Flandre- I don't know what just happened, but Romi has always been a bit eccentric..."
It seemed it was going to be a peculiar dinner indeed.
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