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Jove tried to memorize the route they took, it wasn't that far away from the campus, and should be okay for visiting... But it was so loud in town. All the cars distracted him, and he didn't like crossing the road at all. He barely needed to be pulled when they appeared to have reached the house, the little ghost was all too willing to get off the street.

But inside... it was a completely different world. There were so many colours, and everything was festive and decorative, it felt like a good match for his brother's bright personality.

After one hesitant glance, shy with his head down as though asking permission, the little pup kicked off his boots and began to wander around the house. He touched the fabric of the couch and chairs, and looked out every single window he passed by. He looked in corners and touched shiny objects he saw, and raised his nose slightly as he sniffed the air in each and every room. He opened cupboards seemingly at random with the same serious intent. He ran up and down the stairs, occasionally pausing to look behind him, as though trying to see things from a different angle.

And in the end, he returned to Ren and headbutted him in the chest. It was kind of scary, with so many rooms, and that strange-house smell that hadn't turned into big-brother-smell yet.

Jove felt a bit like he wanted to go home, but... he wasn't entirely sure where home was anymore. Was the school still home even if his brother wasn't there? And where would his home be when he had graduated, he would surely have to follow the same moving-out ritual and find a new place to be. Would this be his home?

The pup rubbed his head against Ren, as if trying to absorb the answers through his hair. There was just so much space here, where was he supposed to go?

Jove paused, one ear turning to listen. He didn't feel particularly hungry, not when there was so much rattling around in his head, but maybe something sweet would settle him down a bit. The little pup had an amazing capacity for many things, but perhaps first and foremost was his horrible sweet tooth.

His little hand found Ren's again.

Jove was unusually passive and let himself be pulled along, finally taking a seat where his brother indicated. Okay, this was a start. This was a place he could sit in the kitchen. He traced the edge of the table with his fingers, and wiggled in place.

The little pup's expression perked right up at the sight of the spookies, and his nose twitched. They smelled like spookies, and not burnt spookies either. If anything, they looked a little bit crisp around the edges but the middles still looked very soft. He reached for one and was about to put it in his mouth when he realized... this was very unlike his brother.

Slowly he lowered the baked goods from his mouth. And stared at Ren with his most stern face. What are you up to, big brother? Why is lunch suddenly spookies?

Jove shoved the spookie into his mouth, and hopped out of the chair to give Ren a hug. He didn't say a word, the only sound was the soft munch munch from the spookie in his mouth, but he didn't let go right away. Not until he was finished the spookie, at least.

He pulled away when he was ready, and grabbed the whole plate of spookies. Then he trotted off into the living room. He looked around a bit, nibbling on another spookie, but he kept glancing in Ren's direction. He had a spot in the kitchen. Where was he allowed to be in this room?

That didn't help much... Had Ren forgotten how long it had taken for Jove to get used to just walking into his dorm room, instead of pacing and whining at the doorway? He was at a loss as to what to do.

Wandering over to the couch with spookies in hand, he examined the cushions, and then looked back up at his brother with that same questioning expression. Then he wandered a little further along the edge of the couch before looking up at Ren again.

Okay, this was good, now he had a place to sit. Jove wiggled into place, letting his back rest against the cushions, squirming until he had found the comfiest spot. He set the plate of spookies on his lap, and then on the space next to him. He pulled his feet up to his chest and sat like that for a minute, just looking around the room, and then slowly slid to one side until he was lying down on the couch instead of sitting. He wiggled a little bit more, and pulled a pillow over to rest his head on.

He could make this spot work.

With the plate of spookies conveniently in front of him, he picked a second from the pile and began to nibble on it. Ren had never minded spookie crumbs on the furniture before, but Jove glanced up at his brother's face anyway, just in case.

Jove would have choked on the spookie had he been a living, breathing creature. The little ghost had to limit his protesting to an undignified noise, and smacked Ren a couple times with a little fist. Gryphons were surprisingly heavy for airborne creatures!

Once he gave up fighting it, he sank a little deeper into the cushions. He could have let himself melt as flat as a pancake, become as soft and squishy as the couch around him, but his pride was offended merely at the thought of giving in and letting his form slip. Besides. Ren would probably fret and fuss over having squashed his most favourite little brother. He had to stay strong, for the both of them!

Jove let his head rest against the gryphon, and snorted gently. He was already visiting, wasn't he?