[As soon as Lutha gets wind of where exactly the time god can be found, he's beelining straight for the funeral parlor, his grip tight on the knob of the front door as he stiffly swings it open, then slams it shut behind him with the weight of his back, glaring daggers towards wherever Forneus has sat himself.
Hello again........... :\ :/
He'll need a second to catch his breath, still wrapped up in his winter garb. But his voice cracks, tired and confused.]
kicks down forneus' door (let's just say this was the 13th)
Hello again........... :\ :/
He'll need a second to catch his breath, still wrapped up in his winter garb. But his voice cracks, tired and confused.]
What the hell did you do this time?