Duster's shoulders slump. One and a half years, and still no sign of going back home? Things were looking worse by the minute.

"I don't have anything to take to my room right now. I'll be fine." And to be honest, having someone else in the house was a breath of fresh air, even if they weren't technically a Hero of Light. Going back to staying along all day in a nearly empty house...it made him feel uneasy.

He stands by the bottom of the stairwell as if he's waiting for something. Conversations with new people were never his strong suit: he had Kumatora and the other members of the DCMC to do that for him. Should he...go to his room?

Duster scratches his cheek and glances upward. "...Can I go up now?"