{ sprawls out over his bed and whines like Rex except more high-pitched and 5000000 times more annoying } [HI]
A thrum of fingers and Arcade glanced up from the desk he’d been sitting at, closing the book he’d been reading with a thumb inside still to mark the page. "Ghost." Perhaps he needed to be patient with the courier and he had to sigh, finally closing the book completely… setting it down on the desk before rising to head over to the bed. "What’s wrong? Or are you deliberately trying to be annoying just for the sake of being annoying?"










