[Ozymandias glances up at Enkidu when they enter but his attention remains otherwise occupied by paper cats made of dark blue and gold paper. A book lay open in his lap as well as pen and paper. Ozymandias wears a frown, but not purely out of concentration. Only one of the little paper cats is beginning to shudder to life, but it is a very shuddering and slow start. The only reason why the paper cat is not drawing unwanted attention right now is that one of the larger sphinxes Ozymandias has learned to summon once more has the majority of smaller sphinxes occupied outside right now. (Enkidu likely witnessed the 10 v. 1 match when coming inside.) Those that aren't outside wrestling in what remains of winter are napping in various places throughout the house.]
[A single word puts the spell to an end and the paper cat goes still once more. Ozymandias lifts his paper and pen, beginning to flip through the book in his lap.]
Can it wait? I am in the middle of something right now, Enkidu.
[As he so often is these days. Compared to when Enkidu first moved in, Ozymandias is actually rarely home during the day like this. Or at the very least, rarely home without company. It is even rarer to find him sitting idly.]
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[A single word puts the spell to an end and the paper cat goes still once more. Ozymandias lifts his paper and pen, beginning to flip through the book in his lap.]
Can it wait? I am in the middle of something right now, Enkidu.
[As he so often is these days. Compared to when Enkidu first moved in, Ozymandias is actually rarely home during the day like this. Or at the very least, rarely home without company. It is even rarer to find him sitting idly.]