Doyle stroked the top of the piglets head, the small animal sleeping soundly in his arm. He had picked up the little one for Ruben, in the hopes the mage would stop being so upset over the fact he had sacrificed a pig.
So he was hoping that the piglet might smooth things over. It was cute and a pig and well, Doyle had never been very good with things like this. He never knew how to express himself well, and Ruben was just so prickly and he wanted to smooth things over with him.
Stepping inside, Doyle glanced around. It was late enough in the day, he was hoping that Ruben would be up and about. He hadn't seen much of StarFire, or Niamh, though who knew what those two might be up too.
"Ruben, ya up?" Calling out, he moved through house, hoping he would find the mage.