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That would be a welcome diversion from the weather. We'd love to.

-K

[ "We" because following what Alfie told him at the Passover Seder, he makes sure to invite Connor with him, of course. ~~Because it's obviously a double date.~~

Much like the last time, K's made an effort to dress more formally in a suit — plus he wouldn't want to appear underdressed next to Connor, who's almost always in a suit regardless of the occasion. The lack of an umbrella has left the pair of androids a bit damp from the downpour on their way over, and after knocking K spends a few moments brushing the water from Connor's face with a small smile. It's largely unnecessary; he just wants to. ]

[ being personally invited to social gatherings is such an exciting thing. Connor had gladly accepted the invite when K first mentioned it, eager for the opportunity despite not being able to participate in the main activity that a dinner date is technically all about - the thought doesn't bother him however, he's simply happy to go and engage in conversation with friends. that's the most exciting part of all: they have friends.

the rain is certainly an issue, perhaps they could've found something to use as an umbrella substitute if they had taken the time for it, but at least neither of them are at risk of catching a cold from it. they're just a fair bit drenched when they arrive, and Connor would've lamented about running out of spots around the house to hang their nice clothes to dry if he wasn't more preoccupied. polite dinner conversation etiquette takes up his focus instead - that, and K's smile, and the gesture snapping him out of his heavy concentration. he smiles back, reaching over in a similar motion to brush some of the damp hair away from K's eyes, his other hand still grasping K's arm as he had been doing for the walk over. even soaked as they are, might as well try to keep up appearances as best they're able. ]

[ Royce answers the door after a few moments - he's not dressed up any more than usual, which is why the suits get a small, bemused smile. He doesn't say anything about it, though. Mostly because one, it doesn't matter, and two, the two of them are being cute on Royce and Alfie's doorstep. It'd be a shame to pull them out of that.

What he will do is open the door enough for them to step inside, and gesture to the towels on the sidetable. ]

Good to see the two of you didn't get swept away by the flood out there.

Have they found the towels?

[Alfie calls out from the kitchen. He's attending to a pot of rabbit stew on the stove, and doesn't want to step away from it until it's been set to simmer.]

And mind the dog!

[Bear will, as usual, be extremely interested in the prospect of having visitors; he lumbers over as soon as the door opens, and does his best to stick his nose into as many body parts as he's allowed to. Alfie whistles to him from the kitchen, trying to distract him, but it barely works.]

[ Appearances are everything when you're a manufactured product, something not even K is immune to — his more casual attire is the result of being the equivalent of an undercover cop in his homeworld, rather than a real preference. It's important for him to blend in, not stand out. And it's part of why dressing formally makes him feel good; it's a conscious choice. Eventually his wardrobe may favour suits now that he has the luxury of developing preferences.

His smile grows a little as Connor fusses and then it's directed at Royce when he lets them inside. K pulls Connor in with him via their linked arms. ]

Yeah. Unusual weather. Almost feels like home — if it isn't raining, it's snowing there. [ Because, well, it's a post-nuclear ruined world whose environment has been mostly destroyed by industrialisation. It's rather concerning that Zephyr would decide to give the Meadous the same weather... ]

And hello to you, too, Mr. Bear. [ This is said to Bear as he pets the dog's huge shaggy head before reaching for a couple of the towels. He hands one to Connor, using the other to pat-dry his face and the most saturated areas of his clothing. He's gotten used to these sniff-inspections by various animals, so doesn't push Bear away, and also looks for where Lady might be. Catte needs pets too. ]

[ mind the dog is something that immediately gets Connor's attention, because of course it does. he almost doesn't register the offered towel at first, being just a little too focused on the sheer size of the animal suddenly greeting them at the door - he's massive, certainly more so than Sumo, and Connor's quick to scan the dog and identify the particular breed and assign the file a name ("Mr. Bear," according to K, filed under "Alfie and Royce / Housepet,") before curiosity gets the better of him, towel in one hand so the other can be busy gently petting the dog's head. ]

It's very nice to meet you, too. [ he briefly laments as usual his inability to actually feel the dog's fur coat under his palm, but Mr. Bear appears to enjoy his touch nonetheless, and Connor lets him finish his inspection with sniffs and nose bumps because surely he must smell new and quite different (he thinks. he actually has no idea.) ]

I'm assuming the Meadous doesn't have a regular monsoon season like this? [ he's assuming since the other two have been residents of the Meadous for quite some time longer than K and himself, so maybe they would have a little more insight. as for drying off, Connor focuses more on trying to make as minimal of a mess as possible, so as to be a polite houseguest. it's just ... increasingly difficult with a large mutt shoving his big wet nose into his everywhere. ] As-- ah, nostalgic as the downpour is, it would be nice to have a little advance notice, and better prepare for it-- I'm very sorry, I don't have any biscuits on me. [ last bit obviously directed at big puppo. ]

[ Bear practically wiggles around as he inspects Connor and K with his nose. He seems to appreciate the petting and talking to him, at least - and doesn't mind the fact that Connor doesn't have biscuits either. That's fine. As for Lady, she's close by, settled on the couch. She's peering at both of them lazily, not inclined to get up until she recognizes K. It's only a couple of seconds before K's got one big fluffy kitty climbing up his side and settling on his shoulder, sniffing at his hair. Hello.

Royce, on the other hand, looks amused by the androids being accosted by animals. ]

It's not usual, no. [ Royce says, glancing out to the rainy outdoors. ] Something's wrong with Zephyr, I think, but - we'll only be able to figure it out when they get back into contact with us. For right now, we just need to stay dry.

[ Once they've dried off a bit, Royce will direct K and Connor to the kitchen. To Bear, who is doing his best to be underfoot: ] Come on, leave them alone, Bear. You're going to knock them over.

[Big puppo lets out a disappointed whuff, but reluctantly backs off. He takes his massive self over to the living room and curls up on the rug, watching them through the doorway with his ears pricked. Lady stays where she is, unless she too is shooed off. One of the many benefits of being a small, graceful cat, though, is that she usually isn't.]

Where are you from, mate? The Arctic?

[Alfie asks K, as he turns down the heat on the stew and steps away from the stove. He'll offer a hearty handshake to both men in turn, first K and then Connor; he might not know Connor well, but he's seen him around town, and recognizes him.]

Close enough. Nuclear winter. Like what happened in Norfinbury, I think. [ K answers Alfie's question, and returns the handshake with a mildly amused look. So formal. He won't say anything — but might nudge Connor just a bit with his elbow if Connor holds onto Alfie's hand too long. Of the two androids, Connor's generally far more adept at social interaction, but he does occasionally have his Moments. Especially when the newness of a situation might have him feeling overwhelmed, K's noticed. So a little help may not go amiss.

He looks only too happy to let Lady keep her perch on his shoulders, reaching up to pet her as he links arms with Connor again, then heads for the kitchen. He takes a seat in what's more or less his usual spot at the table (and isn't that something, to have a usual spot in someone else's home), which still leaves ample room on either side of him if Connor chooses to sit beside him. Lady's transferred to his lap, where he continues petting her while she accessorises his suit with shed fur. ]

You think something's happened to Zephyr? [ This to Royce. ] I sent them a letter and some gifts just a few days ago, and they responded. [ Said gifts were tokens of worship, of course; he's very earnest in his worship of Zephyr, as he is with all things he puts his whole heart into. His brow furrows as he frowns. ] But I haven't heard anything from them since...

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