He paced outside the door, unsure of whether or not to force his way in.
Having received no reply, he worried for his friend.
He looked at the door, arms crossed. "Hrm...What if. . . "
Archer knocked loudly on your office door.
"O-Oi. I sent you a message ages ago! You didn't die on me did you?"
He frowned, crossing his arms. "I need your help..."
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He paced outside the door, unsure of whether or not to force his way in.
Having received no reply, he worried for his friend.
He looked at the door, arms crossed. "Hrm...What if. . . "
Archer knocked loudly on your office door.
"O-Oi. I sent you a message ages ago! You didn't die on me did you?"
He frowned, crossing his arms. "I need your help..."
"...Hi." He ruffled his hair, peering around to face you.
He pokes his head in, a slight pout on his face.
"Pst, h-hey. You should respond to our message soon."
He scrunches his face and exits.
That's my birthday hahaha!
I feel like crap. My back hurts, my eyes hurt, my nose hurts.
And i`m exhausted, whoo.
high as a kite? LOL