[Whether it's locked or not Grantaire doesn't know, but he goes to check anyway. He drinks his wine and opens the door to let Alcuin in before returning to his nook in the wood by his window. His suite is already a bit of a mess, but is more space than he knows quite what to do with. There are charcoals and paints lying around unused, papers with sketches crumpled, bottles here and there, clothes...but not enough to clutter such a vast space.
He hasn't inhabited a space like this since he lived with his parents, quite some time ago.]
Welcome. And to be clear, I'm certain I will be bored, but it's better than nothing at all.
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He hasn't inhabited a space like this since he lived with his parents, quite some time ago.]
Welcome. And to be clear, I'm certain I will be bored, but it's better than nothing at all.