Sage had slept for a while, but eventually he woke and wandered around the room to see what was around. There was a bathroom there too, so, he took the chance to actually take a shower and comb his hair out. It just made him feel much better. More like himself, in a way. He left his hair out to air dry once it was combed through, sitting back down on his bed and using the notepad and pencil that were sitting on the bedside table to sketch something out. When Lorenzo showed up, he glanced over in his direction with a hum of greeting. "I'm awake," he noted, faintly amused at the comment. He had rebandaged his side, but had left his shirt unbuttoned to help air it out, so after a moment or two he did think to hope Lorenzo would be fine with that.

he huffed tossing him self onto the bed.. "ouch not soft- remind me too turn these beds better.. or whatever" he held hilda close too his chest groaning dramatically "ever wanna just harm your father.." he grunted rambling on god knows what now.. he shot a sharp eye at sage glancing at the unbuttoned shirt tsking before looking away running a hand through his hair his blue eyes taking in his surroundings lorenzo was for sure plotting something but who could ever tell with lorenzo.

he started to kick his feet in the air like a pelunant child.. before grunting as he made his way to fully sit up once moore hilda jumping off his chest and padding over to sage

Sage had chuckled when Lorenzo flopped onto the bed, shifting to the side slightly to give him enough room to join him. "It's better than my bunk back home," he noted. "And it's definitely better than the ground during a mission," he added, the whole situation vaguely amusing. Though, at Lorenzo's mention of his father, his eyebrows shot up. "Do you two not get along," he asked, admittedly curious about the situation, mostly since he had a rocky history with his own father. He ignored Lorenzo's tsk, not entirely caring what he thought, and instead shifted to let Hilda climb onto his lap with a smile, taking her in his arms happily and stroking her gently. "She's friendly," he noted, clearly happy to just sit there and let her, even enough to set his nearly finished drawing off to the side.

"no.. you can have my old man..." he grunted watching hilda curl up on sage "my cat.." he frowned reachinng over like he just lost the love of his life..

he sat up rubbing his face as he made a move to go and retrieve hilda from sage lap.. mumbling something under his breath, words that just couldnt quiet form a sentence from second listening despite this.. lorenzo believes anyone could hear him and fell silent "you heard nothing.. shhh.."

Sage grunted when Lorenzo mentioned he could have his father. "I would say I'd suggest a trade, but I think you'd find mine to be an even worse situation," he noted with a shake of his head, nose wrinkling slightly at the thoughts of his own dad. Though, when he reached for Hilda, sage made a mockingly exaggerated expression, gasping and leaning away from him. "No, I want her," he whined, though he wouldnt mind if Lorenzo did actually want the animal back. It was just amusing really.