It occurred to Octavo that one of the rooms in his shared apartment space had been suddenly vacated. From what he’d heard, this just happened, people were sent home at the whim of the Stars. Sometimes they returned and sometimes they didn’t.
However, he also knew it wouldn’t remain empty for long, so he’s not surprised when he hears the lock to the front door click, along with the clicking of... hooves? At the moment, he’s standing at the kitchen counter, slicing up a purple yam he’d acquired earlier that day, the Lute sitting on a chair he’d brought over to rest it upon. He pauses and walks to the corner of the dining room, peering into the foyer to see who’d be joining him…