Mogtague, her moogle, floated in before she did, discovering a rather fluffy-looking couch. His wings were tired from flitting about after his new companion, and a nap sounded really good right about now. Or snacks. Or a nap and snacks. That would be ideal.

He hardly looked up when Cliff came in. Celes, however, stopped near the door frame, brow furrowed. She had been warned that she might be living with someone else, but somehow that hadn't clicked in her mind until just then.

She looked him over, sizing the man up. Tall. Reasonably muscular. A fighter? What was he covered in? An interesting reaction; "You didn't," She smirked, holding up a key. "I think I'm your new roommate."