[Given a lifetime of Carlisle's best judgment ended up with him in his current state, he's not sure Qubit's suggestion is a sound one; however, he does his best to fall somewhere in the middle, not drawing attention to himself, but not necessarily trying to hide as he approaches the housing quarters, either.
Knock knock, Qubit. Carlisle waits politely for him to answer; as usual, he is layered from head to toe, but his outfit now includes a pair of leather work gloves that come halfway up his forearms, ones that distinctly don't match the rest of the leather in his ensemble. In addition, rather than that smell of old books and spices that normally follows him, the scent of hay colors his odor. While not pungent, it's noticeable, and might give some idea as to where he's been and what he's been doing.
Then again, Qubit ought to know all this. They're friends, after all. It's not as though Qubit would forget important things like where he's taken up residence and why.]
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Knock knock, Qubit. Carlisle waits politely for him to answer; as usual, he is layered from head to toe, but his outfit now includes a pair of leather work gloves that come halfway up his forearms, ones that distinctly don't match the rest of the leather in his ensemble. In addition, rather than that smell of old books and spices that normally follows him, the scent of hay colors his odor. While not pungent, it's noticeable, and might give some idea as to where he's been and what he's been doing.
Then again, Qubit ought to know all this. They're friends, after all. It's not as though Qubit would forget important things like where he's taken up residence and why.]