Lancelot is tired. He's tired, his arms hurt from hanging by his wrists, he has vampire bites in varying degrees of violence (some he struggled against more than others, he didn't want to rip anything open that would make him bleed to death.)
Lily, however, is not tired. She is happy he is home!
The sound of the door makes her give a short bark of alert, and her claws clack against hardwood floors as she rushes toward it. A moment later Lancelot opens the door, brightens after he catches sight of her. He's dressed down a little for comfort, faded t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up against the heat and loose tracksuit bottoms -- hair a little ruffled from where he keeps running fingers through it. There are shadows under his eyes, but he's genuinely pleased to see her. Part of him was quite sure she wouldn't answer, let alone turn up.
"Kathryn --oh! Thank you, you didn't have to, please let me --"
He reaches to take some of the hot chocolate off her and the biscuits, balances it awkward in his hands as he backs up and tries to encourage Lily to follow instead of blocking her in the entrance.
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Lily, however, is not tired. She is happy he is home!
The sound of the door makes her give a short bark of alert, and her claws clack against hardwood floors as she rushes toward it. A moment later Lancelot opens the door, brightens after he catches sight of her. He's dressed down a little for comfort, faded t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up against the heat and loose tracksuit bottoms -- hair a little ruffled from where he keeps running fingers through it. There are shadows under his eyes, but he's genuinely pleased to see her. Part of him was quite sure she wouldn't answer, let alone turn up.
"Kathryn --oh! Thank you, you didn't have to, please let me --"
He reaches to take some of the hot chocolate off her and the biscuits, balances it awkward in his hands as he backs up and tries to encourage Lily to follow instead of blocking her in the entrance.