Some rustling was heard from inside, and the door was answered by a sweaty but clothed, limping 217.
217: "O-OH! August!"
August: O-oh...sorry I-I didn't mean to disturb you...
"Oh, it's fine!"
August bites his lip
August: quietly I got in trouble...
"Oh?"
August: Yeah...He's really mad...
"...come in."
August: ...You sure? I-I don't wanna intrude...
"No no, we're done! You can come in!"
August: Well-ok, thanks...
He smiles at 217 a little. 31 comes over to the door
31: Darling? Who's at the door-oh, August...
