Coming into the room from an adjacent hall, Orcelito pauses at the sight of the boxes… and gives the sigh of someone seeing a monotonous sight for the twenty-third time today. Having recently returned from navigating puzzle rooms in the mines, another space filled with cube shapes is a bit much. (At least these aren't trap-laden.)

With a polite nod to the Moogle in the room - don't mind him he's just collecting some documents - he steps in quietly to avoid disturbing the feline residents.

And then a brown tabby in a box decides his shoulder is a superior perch and springs out to latch onto his arm. Being on high alert from dungeoneering is not in his favor. "AHH!"