But it's been working so well so far.

[ His voice is as dry as the desert around them as his gaze continues to flit between the two of them, suspicions rising now as they keep up their back-and-forth. Oh yeah. He recognizes this tactic all too well, even if they didn't employ it on him that often. He's not sure if they ever have, actually. Not seriously, anyway. ]

I wasn't gone all day. [ Just this morning. When hiding at the stables sounded more appealing. Only Bridgette had kicked him out because she claimed his moping was depressing her horses. Even if he hadn't been moping. Now he wondered if these two had something to do with that. ]

And out here isn't really hard to find. There's like a hundred windows just over...

[ He goes to gesture at the wall of windows showing into their Loft... and pauses when finally sees the frost decorating the glass. It is definitely nowhere near cold enough for frost and his gaze narrows in suspicion even further, brows lowering slightly before he gives the pair currently attempting to herd him for unknown reasons a pointed Look. ]

Alright, what's going on?