"What? Why?" The muffled reply comes from inside the kitchen, naturally. Klarion hadn't actually thought that Dorian would be home when he'd decided to raid his fridge for leftover pizza, but in retrospect, it isn't very surprising - the guy has been moping around for weeks. What is surprising is Dorian yelling, though. What doesn't he want him to see?

"For heaven's sakes, Dorian, it's three in the afternoon!" Klarion calls back, sounding slightly annoyed, "You'd better have clothes on!" Klarion had learned through trial and (mortifying) error that raiding the fridge during the day, when Toby was asleep, drastically lowered the chances of teleporting in on a makeout session and seeing things that he really didn't want to see. Now that Toby was gone, Klarion assumed that his chances of interrupting something like that had all but disappeared, but if that's no longer the case, then he'll stay in the kitchen, thankyouverymuch.

Teekl, however, does not give a shit, and ambles into the living room like he owns the place. As soon as he catches sight of the portrait, his tail arches up with a yowl, and all of his fur stands on end.