That, Stark figured, probably meant that it required his attention. Probably. He dragged himself out of bed, hoping that it stopped before he got dressed and went to see what was going on, but it didn't. Whatever was making the noise was urgent, and annoyingly so.
He dragged his fingers through his tangled hair and went out into the hall, sword in hand.
He wasn't in the mood for this, and when he saw everybody else in the hallway, he wished he hadn't bothered. Gin was there. He was sure that Gin could handle anything that he might be required for. Sighing, he looked at everybody.
"Someone make that racket stop," he said, grumpily.
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Date: 2016-06-30 04:53 pm (UTC)That, Stark figured, probably meant that it required his attention. Probably. He dragged himself out of bed, hoping that it stopped before he got dressed and went to see what was going on, but it didn't. Whatever was making the noise was urgent, and annoyingly so.
He dragged his fingers through his tangled hair and went out into the hall, sword in hand.
He wasn't in the mood for this, and when he saw everybody else in the hallway, he wished he hadn't bothered. Gin was there. He was sure that Gin could handle anything that he might be required for. Sighing, he looked at everybody.
"Someone make that racket stop," he said, grumpily.