It is at this precise moment that the good Sir of the mansion himself burst through one of the various doors, out of breath and looking a little paler than usual. With his goggles encompassing a good portion of his face, the man was most definitely the odd one out in the group of guests and regular mansion-goers. His unruly tufts of abnormally white hair were wavier and more windswept than they usually were as a result his apparent running.
"Aha!...I--" was his short-lived exclamation before he was already out of breath and had to hold up a hand as if to say 'Hold on' as he hunched over in exhaustion.
When he regained some of his composure, Zeal's head would angle up to stare down Fervor, eyes concealed by his bizarre brass goggles. "I...I've..been looking..ALL over...for you--" a pause as he took another deep breath and proceeded to let loose his little rant, "Where in the world have you been, Fervor? Were you neglecting your duties again? I'm getting rather fed up with this whole business, you know--I don't have time for it. I've too many things to attend to!"
Following this outburst, however, the Sir would wobble a bit and collapse to a sitting position right there on the mansion floor, still panting heavily.