[ he said forty, fifty minutes tops. maybe even fifty-five, if he's feeling thorough. point is, you'd gone into this mission foolishly thinking you could depend on the eye-patched, chain-smoking blondie because he'd looked oh so genuine when he said trust me, but an hour and twelve minutes into what should have been a simple retrieval mission (of some apparent fancy shmancy spell book some matron is very secretive with) you're starting to wonder what the hell kind of spell you were under when you thought that that was going to be a good idea.
but just as you get up from your surveillance spot, ready to tear that door down and find out what the hell is going on, worick finally wanders out of the front door, looking just slightly more disheveled than before. a fight, maybe? his clothes are barely hanging on him anymore and...
. . .
oh for the love of— ]
Tootle-oo', darlin'~ [ a jaunty wave and an airkiss later, worick's lightly jogging away from the house to head on over to where you had earlier agreed to meet. IS THAT LIPSTICK ON HIS CHEEK? ]
worick arcangelo | gangsta | B... sorta
but just as you get up from your surveillance spot, ready to tear that door down and find out what the hell is going on, worick finally wanders out of the front door, looking just slightly more disheveled than before. a fight, maybe? his clothes are barely hanging on him anymore and...
. . .
oh for the love of— ]
Tootle-oo', darlin'~ [ a jaunty wave and an airkiss later, worick's lightly jogging away from the house to head on over to where you had earlier agreed to meet. IS THAT LIPSTICK ON HIS CHEEK? ]
Mission accomplished!