[As has become his rather perversely impish habit, Zevran swings down a rope from his floor to Eugene's rather than employing the door more often than not. The climb, the catch to spring the bars over the windows do not take terribly long but today? He has a surprise for a chilly afternoon and takes greater care in the trip. Down and in, a moment to shake the chill off once he's inside before he sets his pack down and shrugs out of his thick coat- not layered in a mass of sweaters this time. He was not a pillow. Even if the one sweater he's wearing is oversized.
He sneaks and creeps until he finds Eugene in the apartment and lingers behind him for a moment, silent as death, before leaning forward to murmur into his ear.]
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He sneaks and creeps until he finds Eugene in the apartment and lingers behind him for a moment, silent as death, before leaning forward to murmur into his ear.]
I have requests but I doubt they are decent.