[If it were anyone else, and he hadn't been the one to message him. Ugh. There was a reason he didn't say, "Come over." Still, he sends the homunculus over to answer the door. The little gargoyle stares up at Dorian blankly then takes off in an ungainly flight to return to the bookshelf.
Grayson is on the sofa in dress slacks, dark socks, and a white dress shirt, no tie. His shoes are beside the door. He leans forward to set his phone on the coffee table.]
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[If it were anyone else, and he hadn't been the one to message him. Ugh. There was a reason he didn't say, "Come over." Still, he sends the homunculus over to answer the door. The little gargoyle stares up at Dorian blankly then takes off in an ungainly flight to return to the bookshelf.
Grayson is on the sofa in dress slacks, dark socks, and a white dress shirt, no tie. His shoes are beside the door. He leans forward to set his phone on the coffee table.]
Leave your shoes at the door.