[Keito looks between the open door and Hazel for a good minute before traipsing in. Suddenly, all that haughtiness dies in favor of proper courtesy. Namely:]
Where should I put my shoes?
[He's holding them in the air. Maybe wiggles them a bit at Hazel. Where they go]
no subject
Where should I put my shoes?
[He's holding them in the air. Maybe wiggles them a bit at Hazel. Where they go]