[Leslie does, in fact, not get the opportunity to make the decision of whether to knock or not in the end. Although Ozymandias has been allowing his larger sphinxes inside more often than not (since it just does not seem right to force them to suffer the cold outside), they are still attending to what's going on out there. One appears in one of the nearby windows briefly, looking outside to confirm it's her before disappearing back inside to fetch Ozymandias. It's entirely possible that she misses it altogether being so focused on whether or not to knock.]
[A few seconds later, Ozymandias opens the door, pulling it wide immediately.]
Leslie, how long have you been standing out in this cold? [he asks as he stands aside. It almost does not matter that she is so clearly bundled up as snugly as possible without inhibiting her ability to move. Ozymandias places a hand on one of her shoulders to gently usher her into the mansion.] Come in, come in. You should always feel free to let yourself in as this door is always open to you.
[Standing just beyond the entryway are Ozymandias' shadows. Or rather, it is Wehem-Mesut and his little brother Prakash ghosting his steps as per usual when he is home. Prakash gives a little stretch before sitting next to his big brother, tipping his head curiously at this newcomer. For the moment that the older sphinx is there, in any case. Wehem-Mesut knows his tiny human anywhere and heads on over to greet her. Which is perhaps not helpful to her beginning to peel off all her outer layers of warmth considering he's approaching half as tall as her by now, but when is a feline of any sort ever convenient?]
[Ozymandias closes the front door once Leslie is properly inside.]
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[A few seconds later, Ozymandias opens the door, pulling it wide immediately.]
Leslie, how long have you been standing out in this cold? [he asks as he stands aside. It almost does not matter that she is so clearly bundled up as snugly as possible without inhibiting her ability to move. Ozymandias places a hand on one of her shoulders to gently usher her into the mansion.] Come in, come in. You should always feel free to let yourself in as this door is always open to you.
[Standing just beyond the entryway are Ozymandias' shadows. Or rather, it is Wehem-Mesut and his little brother Prakash ghosting his steps as per usual when he is home. Prakash gives a little stretch before sitting next to his big brother, tipping his head curiously at this newcomer. For the moment that the older sphinx is there, in any case. Wehem-Mesut knows his tiny human anywhere and heads on over to greet her. Which is perhaps not helpful to her beginning to peel off all her outer layers of warmth considering he's approaching half as tall as her by now, but when is a feline of any sort ever convenient?]
[Ozymandias closes the front door once Leslie is properly inside.]