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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