Catching the tip of the bokken with his hand, he lifted both eyebrows at the news that Priya had called. “Huh,” he huffed, surprised, before glancing out the window. It was dark enough to be comfortable for her. “I think so? She’s usually out around this time. Priya!” he shouted into the air, tipping his head back and looking around the space.
It was usually a toss up on whether or not Priya appeared when called. It didn’t seem to be a sense of capriciousness on her part, since she seemed to enjoy her time around Max and Goki, so he could only assume she was away. Wherever spirits went when they weren’t haunting the physical world. When the timid girl didn’t materialize, he hummed a soft, disappointed noise.