[Time is weird when you don't exist on the same planes of reality as most people, nevermind not exist at all. It's been two solid years for Raíz's family; two years of missions and moving on, before they're to gather in three day's time for dinner. That's three more days in which they'll all either willingly make their way back to the manor or, at the last minute, be pulled in on the spot. But it's still three more days away, giving Jewel Beetle (or Bebe as he's trying out,) to make himself familiar with the place.
He spent far too long looking at himself in the mirror of the bathroom, so he finally set out to look into other rooms and meet the others. The door to her room is ajar (likely due to Devon's previous peering inward,) so he allows himself to indulge in curiosity and gently press it inward to look in. She's facing away from him, big headphones on and her attention on a phone, or an iPad. Bonus points if she's drawing.
Jewel feels funny almost immediately. Like he's seeing something for the first time (yet he knows it's not - not the first, not the second even,) and even though he doesn't know how he knows her, he knows that he... knows her. He knows she is familiar, she is safe, and she is... doing something, so he's just going to quietly stare. But his curiosity leaks forward, buzzing faintly in her headphones (as he figures out what she's listening to,) and flickers her screen (as he wants to know what she's doing,) just enough to be noticed.
Because he probably should be noticed to, leaning on her door frame, silent as night.]
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He spent far too long looking at himself in the mirror of the bathroom, so he finally set out to look into other rooms and meet the others. The door to her room is ajar (likely due to Devon's previous peering inward,) so he allows himself to indulge in curiosity and gently press it inward to look in. She's facing away from him, big headphones on and her attention on a phone, or an iPad. Bonus points if she's drawing.
Jewel feels funny almost immediately. Like he's seeing something for the first time (yet he knows it's not - not the first, not the second even,) and even though he doesn't know how he knows her, he knows that he... knows her. He knows she is familiar, she is safe, and she is... doing something, so he's just going to quietly stare. But his curiosity leaks forward, buzzing faintly in her headphones (as he figures out what she's listening to,) and flickers her screen (as he wants to know what she's doing,) just enough to be noticed.
Because he probably should be noticed to, leaning on her door frame, silent as night.]