[ Dorian isn't expecting anyone after his argument with Leilani. No, it was more like beratement, rubbing her face in her own mistakes like his own smell of roses. As soon as she shut the door, he wanted to follow her and make it all right, but his own pride makes him stop. It's likely she'll never want to speak to him again, and he's not certain how to handle that.
It's very likely that even if Cyril had reached out via network, he wouldn't have replied. His focus is solely on getting entirely, obscenely shitfaced in the wake of his own foolishness. He's working his way through a second bottle, sitting morosely at his desk when the knock startles him out of his focus. Or lack thereof. He's not certain any longer.
When he opens the door, Dorian is perhaps more disheveled than he normally allows. His hair is a mess going in all directions, a side effect of running his hands through it as he thought about what he'd done. The pair of sleep pants and sweater at least suggests that he had absolutely no intention of leaving his quarters in his state. Despite his appearance, he puts on a seductive smile that doesn't have quite as much bravado behind it. ]
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It's very likely that even if Cyril had reached out via network, he wouldn't have replied. His focus is solely on getting entirely, obscenely shitfaced in the wake of his own foolishness. He's working his way through a second bottle, sitting morosely at his desk when the knock startles him out of his focus. Or lack thereof. He's not certain any longer.
When he opens the door, Dorian is perhaps more disheveled than he normally allows. His hair is a mess going in all directions, a side effect of running his hands through it as he thought about what he'd done. The pair of sleep pants and sweater at least suggests that he had absolutely no intention of leaving his quarters in his state. Despite his appearance, he puts on a seductive smile that doesn't have quite as much bravado behind it. ]
Cyril? To what do I owe the delightful surprise?