[Porthos didn't even give it a second thought when Athos told him to pack a bag. He shrugged and did it anyway because what the hell, right? Athos' house is absolutely enormous and literally out of one of those fancy decoration magazines. Even after the few times he'd gone over for the parties he still has a hard time believing that place is even real. He's pretty sure the entrance hallway is four times the size of his whole apartment.

So with backpack over his shoulders, he rides his bike up to the remote location. At some point he actually thinks he got lost, but he catches a glimpse of the house, lights on, and continues down the roads until he's rolling to a halt in front of the doorway.

He still stands there, staring up at the house for a while in dumbstruck awe, before he rings the doorbell, eyes glancing over the neatly trimmed plants beneath the windows while he waits.]

I was starting to think I got it wrong. [He answers with a smile when the door opens, arching an eyebrow at Athos.] Sometimes I have a hard time believing you actually do have a bigass house.