Raptre landed on the roof of his flat. The whole time he flew he was constantly murmuring lists of things he'd need, why, strategies, and the occasional theory. He swung open the service door and descended the ladder into the hallway, and jogged to his flat.
Tessei was at the table, a rib of some animal half in his mouth, as he looked with wild confusion at Raptre, who paid him little mind. The rib gave little jumps as he chewed it absently, watching his cousin dash in and out, here and there, picking up things he has just scattered about the flat.
Rapter finally stopped in front of him. "I'm going on an emergency mission. I don't know when I'll be back."
Tessei shrugged dismissively. "And?"
"Behave yourself." The black haired gryphon opened his mouth with a slight smirk. "Well, Tessei. I mean, behave yourself well. Don't give anyone any trouble unless it's yourself, do you understand?" Again he shrugged, the wind momentarily knocked out of his sails.
Satisfied by Tessei disapproval, Raptre began to strip out of his finer clothes and began replacing them some light battle clothes:a chainmail shirt underneath a faded blue tunic, bracers, some leather pants, and boots. He grabbed his axe and headed for the door.
He paused and looked back. "Take care of Rykk." Tessei smiled and forced Raptre to walk back to reprimand him preemptively. "Don't hurt her, don't make her mad, don't provoke her, don't ignore her. Be nice to her, help her with her homework, FEED HER FOOD! Don't give her holy things, that counts as hurting her, BEHAVE LIKE I WOULD!"
"Does that mean I can't have sex?"
Rapre closed his eyes and refrained from strangling. "Just... keep the peace." He turned on his heel and shut the door behind him and opted to launch from the front of the building instead of the top. Navigating the ladder was impossible with his axe.