[ Louis is busying himself getting things put away in the kitchen. He had returned from shopping not too long ago. He must have missed the knock focused on the task at hand. When he hears the door open, his ears perk and he looks up from where he is crouched in front of the fridge. That familiar voice is what makes him get up, leaving the task behind, and heading towards the door.
He didn't want to let himself be fooled by the voice alone. He looks as intense as ever, but he is leaning towards her, brows furrowed, concerned. ]
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He didn't want to let himself be fooled by the voice alone. He looks as intense as ever, but he is leaning towards her, brows furrowed, concerned. ]
About as likely as they are to eat me.
[ He'll return the joke. ]