"Angelo, that's not my bed remember? It's the other one." Rinoa hadn't really noticed Mitsuru yet around the bulky things she was currently carrying. "Other bed girl, go on."

Angelo, for her part looked from her master to the invader and then gave what could only be called the doggy version of a shrug before jumping off the bed and heading for the other one. Curling up several times she eventually settled down, eyes watching as RInoa went to put her last load of things up. Once her arms were clear, she startled a little to see someone familiar but unexpected in her room.

"It's Mitsuru, right?"