Private Finished it's about time

Honestly, Invidia had put this off for weeks. It was really, truly about time he stopped being such a wuss, suck it up and just ring the damn phone. Last time he really just wanted to go there and ring the door bell but probably waltzing in the Rosales' places wasn't the best thing he should do. He didn't think he could actually face either Klaus or Vito yet; he'd probably freak out and bolt.

So really, the best option was to... try to talk with Shay first? She'd given him her phone number and the number to the house during the protest with the DSU but they didn't really quite get a proper conversation out--not to mention how he was being stupid awkward that day. Still, he was really nervous about her dads answering the phone instead. So. He went with the next best option. It didn't really quite involve standing near their heck of a house, no, but that was a tiny detail to worry about.

Taking a deep breath, he dialed Shay's number on his phone, waiting for a response while he just watched their place from afar.

For a second, Vidi frowned when Shay had told his voice she couldn't recognize him until he remembered one detail he should have considered earlier. Right, Shay doesn't know I swap out with this side.

VIdi sighed softly, though not quiet enough that Shay would have heard it over the phone all the same. "It's Invidia," he said, "Before you say anything... it's just that sort of day. But it's me."

Vidi found himself hesitating for a bit, reconsidering his decision while he drew circles on the ground with his foot. He really shouldn't, he told himself, he was already on the phone. He might as well. "Sorry, I didn't call earlier. It was... nerves. But I wanted to talk. Is this a good time?"

Vidi heard the way she said that and had to roll his shoulders so it wouldn't make him any more self-conscious than he already was. At the back of his mind he told himself he could just leave the place and just stay on the line, except phone conversations weren't his strongest suit.

"A-about that..." A beat, "I might be.. kinda... sorta already outside your house." The way his tone curled at the end made it sound like he was asking instead of stating. He didn't really feel strange about being outside the house because it felt creepy -- not that it even crossed his mind. It was more of that... this was the Rosales' house and that only meant there were chances he could run into Klaus or Vito and his heart wasn't ready for that yet. "We could go somewhere else though, I... I'm kinda not ready to run into y-your dads yet. If that's fine with you."

At the mention of her dads being busy, Vidi had to breathe a havy sigh, like he'd been holding his breath for longer than he thought he could. The line was cut right before he could add anything else so he was left to stare at the screen of his phone with the call dropped. He didn't have to wait too long thankfully and Shay turned up to meet him, greeting her back with a sheepish wave.

So staring at the mansion from outside was one thing but actually walking in made him feel a little small; maybe it was him being utterly used to small enclosed spaces or something else. His eyes wandered about as she lead her back upstairs to her room. "I could think of a million reasons why you shouldn't have the doors shut with any guests," he seemed to mutter to himself before he stepped in.

To say he was blinded by the color wouldn't be so much of a stretch. Vidi's room was the complete opposite of Shay's so it was really a shock for his vision. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't really been to other people's rooms. His eyes seemed to linger on the photos on the wall before it settled on the stuffed animals and back to Shay when she spoke again.

Vidi was... standing rather awkwardly near the door, scratching the back of his neck. A sigh. "Naturally, I have no idea how to start this. Which is why I didn't want to call earlier until now."

Vidi didn't seem to find anything particularly odd about Shay leading her to sit on her bed, but the look on her face when she moved to the computer chair earned her a raised eyebrow from the demon. His eyes narrowed at her inquisitively, as if trying to figure out what was on her mind all while being completely oblivious to the effect he had.

The stuffed toy only made less sense to him when Shay handed it to him. He stared at the doll for a second, attempting to smother the urge to snuggle the doll and just distract himself with it than actually talk. He raised the doll, up to his face as asked, "I don't really know what's the point of this. What's this for?"