"Shit." Ambrose cursed under his breath, backing away from the living room door. "Nope. I'm not opening—"
Another knock came, this time louder and more demanding. It was like the SS-Rank was letting him know that he KNEW he was at the other end.
And he was getting impatient.
"Daddy, who's that?" Orion hopped to Ambrose innocently, big eyes pinned on the door. "Is it room service? We haven't eaten any real food since we got here."
Ambrose's nostrils flared as he spun to Orion and pressed a finger on his mouth. "Shh. Go hide in the bedroom."
[You do realise he can manipulate and perceive space at a much higher level than your measly spatial awareness, right?]
'... So what?!'
[So, sweetness, that means it's futile trying to hide the anomaly from him. Don't worry — I doubt he'll be able to pinpoint what exactly is odd about Orion even if he suspects something.]
