Visitors, visitors, visitors. Tuls couldn't help but wonder if Magnolia was aware of all the people entering her mind and wandering around. Hopefully Tuls was well-hidden this time around; he wasn't feeling particularly social today. Not that feeling social was a regular thing for him, but he was feeling even less-so at the moment.

Gil stood in front of the other mans door, quite unsure on how he should proceed. It's been a few hours since the rest of the group had eaten. Everyone except Odin, that is. Even with their differences and tense interactions, Gil was starting to get worried.

But it was the same kind of emotionally charged disputes that made it so hard for Gil to take that final step to knock on the door. Even with the plate of food in his hand, would Odin even accept it? Would he automatically reject the meal from the only fact that Gil was the one who presented it to him? The blue boy sighed, figuring that only trying will give him an answer. He he lightly rapped his knuckles on the old school solid door.