19.Apr.13, 12:54 AM
"The answer is still no, but I commend your efforts. I'll see you compensated for your time drawing it up. I-"
What the hell was happening to the door?
Flit chirped helpfully and fluttered to his shoulder, flashing an image of the frustrated youth on the other side. S'kef raised a brow. Some kid?
Some kid with an awfully big mouth, it sounded like.
His assumption was confirmed when Oahvakeen's foot came through the door. The woodcrafter blanched and took off for an adjacent room, leaving S'kef quite alone with the young man, not that he cared. Flit chirped, lightly scolding Oahvakeen for his beastly actions. S'kef just shook his head. Unbelievable!
He walked over and flung the door open. "The door isn't even locked, you sharding maniac!" he growled, not even attempting to be elegant or diplomatic. As he looked over the damage and observed just who had come calling so aggressively, he couldn't decide if he was more offended or confused. "The shards are wrong with you, boy? You'll repair this damage or I'll tan your hide!" he scolded, still utterly shocked by the brazen display. He was almost too confused to reply!
Flit chittered again, feeling supremely helpful. S'kef jerked his shoulder to quiet her, then placed one hand on the door frame and leaned against it. He cast a most unimpressed glower at Oahvakeen, appraising the young man. "Now, kindly tell me what the hell your problem is. Either that or stop wasting my time," he said.