- { Dαmíєn Stαvє & ร๏lคςє } -
Hearing more, seeing more, is that really living more?
By that sin fell the angels.
Hearing more, seeing more, is that really living more?
By that sin fell the angels.
He'd hidden himself away in his office a short while after everyone had left the infirmary, and had gone to his office with the intention of getting something (Though now he'd forgotten what it was). He grumbled lightly when someone started poking him in the head, and childishly covered his had under his arms when Cordell did so again. "I'm a tired human being, that's how I sleep..." He sat up groggily, giving up the efforts of trying to escape being prodded and rubbed his eyes after giving a tired glare at the blur in front of him. "Get your shoes of my desk then, that's just gross..." He shook his head, not at all approving. "Can't you go wind someone else up with gross hunting shoes? Preferable not someone who it would so easily offend?" He picked up a cup of cold coffee that he assumed he'd been drinking before he fell asleep - able to distinguish between the blurs since the coffee was in a white cup while his desk was brown and boring - and poured it over Cordell's shoes.







