This time he could afford to show relief. Thank goodness he had read the situation correctly. Maybe everything was slowly getting back into a rhythm with him. Thaddeus chuckled, the sound low but warm. "Eh, it's alright. Just don't do that again. This Irishman can only take so many jokes." Upon entering, the tall lad untied his shoelaces and placed his shoes on the empty space provided in the rack Sarai had pointed out. He kept his socks on however, enjoying the warmth they gave his toes.
Following the shorter student, the Autumn took note at how this place was essentially a carbon copy of his own dorm. It was practically a mirror image. Everything was the same - until they got to Sarai's room. Her quarters were awash with vibrant colour, lending warmth and life to what would otherwise be a stale room. He seriously needed to do some decorating of his own. Placing his bag of essentials on the floor, he turned to look at the bear - Samson - on a blue nightstand. "If it cries, what do we do?" the boy asked, just as a wailing sound was emitted from their fur child.
For a moment Thaddeus just froze and stared at it, unsure what do do, and slightly terrified to actually do anything at all. Suddenly he jerked to his bag and began to rummage inside, eventually pulling out a red blanket. "Perhaps we should swaddle him with this - not that I have any clue how, or what swaddling actually is." While his tone might have been easy, the look in his eyes were mewling something along the lines of 'help!'