He toiled in his office hour after hour, working about the clock. He hadn't had any coffee in quite awhile after running out. Damn him for never planning ahead with that. And DAMN the best coffee for being in Zanzibar. He HATED that place. He slammed one of his older knives down into the table surface below him leaving it 'thwanging' back and forth with the effort he seamed to put into it.

And where was Sheme?! She was supposed to bring him his coffee! Damn she was slow. He looked down at the knife and struggled to pull it out. He would NEVER send her out to do anything again. Unreliable cat. He then found himself pacing back and forth in his workshop. Maybe it wasn't the lack of coffee that was getting to him. Perhaps it was just his drug of choice because he terribly missed Chione. He sighed and looked out into her garden. Oh when would she be coming home? He missed her ever so much. He then turned and kicked a pile of tools that were near him.

He was just so unpredictable when he was unhappy.