Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-5543592-20150913155119

Pierre watched the fire for a bit, playing with the pipe between his teeth, glancing to the stairs every so often, furrowing his brow when he saw no movement on it. Or at least, the movement he wanted to see.

As Incanus went about his business gathering up the other Half-Gods, Pierre sat. Minutes passed. Then hours.

Could swear she'd come back...  Pierre thought to himself. He was now full on watching the stairs, the pipe hanging from his lip. He grumbled to himself and made for the stairs, marching up them, heading for the door-

What was he doing? No, no, he couldn't knock or go in there.

He stopped dead in his tracks, stepped away from the door, ran his hands threw his hair. He spun back to the door, reached for the handle, stopped, backed away again.

They were sleeping. He couldn't disrupt that. No, he had to...

Ugh!  He frustrated himself. He had a handle on nothing. He wasn't even sure what he wanted half the time. Did he really want to go outside? Inside. He wanted to go inside the room. But he had to knock first.

Why'd he want to go inside the room?

Because he wanted to talk to Cat...

With a irritated grumble he backed into the wall next to the door,and sunk to the ground.

"Excuse me." Soon enough, in front of Rigel, the Imperial Son of Magnus was there. "I have words for you."