[ Husk is 64 years old, he is not someone who is generally awake at 4 in the morning. Which is to say when there's all that KNOCKING at his door at such an ungodly hour, he does not respond to it immediately.
Instead, after about five minutes, a window on the second floor opens up. Husk, his fur VERY MUCH NOT GROOMED, poking up at all angles from sleep, peers out of it. ]
It's four in the FUCKIN' morning, Cifera! FUCK OFF!!
[ He waves his hand, causing some of the snow on the roof to drop and land... well, not on her, but close enough to make a point. He slams the window shut. ]
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Date: 2026-01-02 09:57 pm (UTC)Instead, after about five minutes, a window on the second floor opens up. Husk, his fur VERY MUCH NOT GROOMED, poking up at all angles from sleep, peers out of it. ]
It's four in the FUCKIN' morning, Cifera! FUCK OFF!!
[ He waves his hand, causing some of the snow on the roof to drop and land... well, not on her, but close enough to make a point. He slams the window shut. ]