#havenochill

upon further inspection of the house, lloyd had learned that there were four bedrooms in total and amenities to match.

that did not struck him as odd, given the living situations in apartments in the hive, but what he does spend more time thinking about is who his housemates will be. no one has yet to arrive - at least not that he knows of. it was very possible that his housemates had come in while he was out and then left before he returned.

perhaps it would be lucrative to leave a note on the kitchen table?

just as he’s pondering the idea, the front door opens. lloyd sits up straight in his seat in the bedroom he had claimed - tentatively, for he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not someone else had laid claim to it or not. all at once, he jumps off of his bed, darts out of the door and flies down the staircase to catch whomever had entered.

the girl he sees in the entryway has him pause with one foot on the ground floor, the other still up on a step.

“Y’know, I feel like another one of us just got here, and I dunno how to feel about that.” 

"If you can't walk, I'll carry you."

"That's..." Eight, in all her glory.

Concerned, he somewhat hurriedly walks over to her before she can properly climb on. "Aren't you a bit young to be participating, Eight?" Not that it should be his business, but...

     A mission. It felt too easy to give in, and yet 9S couldn’t deny the demands with people’s lives on the line. Lives that he was obliged to protect, and yet didn’t know much about him. He ignored something uncertain that stirred within him and hurried swiftly after 2B, both of their Pods swaying nonchalantly in turn.

     They were followed by another, a young girl he’d befriended only recently and roped into their group. He wanted to keep an eye on her, just in case, and it seemed she’d had origins similar to them anyway. Similar... without the sea and the tentacles.

     “... what do you think these are actually for? I mean, it’s pretty obvious that they’re -- whoa,” 9S stopped mid-sentence to avoid hitting a misshapen branch hanging awkwardly in their path. He made sure to push it out of the way for their even shorter companion. “... that they’re meant to be a way-point for something. I mean, whatever they’re for, they’re definitely not related to any of the new arrivals. We were all processed the same way. Sooo... what I’m getting at, I guess, is that it feels like maybe we’re just carving up a door for something really big to come in.”