[Pff, notice boards. Who needs notice boards when they have two feet and the knowledge of which room Serif is located in? Grit slips in as quietly as they can, slowly sneaking past all the other prone forms strewn about the place, until they come to the most familiar one. He looks like he's having a good sleep...
Welp. He did say they could come see him if something was up, right? Might not be the thing he meant, but-]
Serif? Dunkle Serif... [Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey.]
-v- hey.
Welp. He did say they could come see him if something was up, right? Might not be the thing he meant, but-]
Serif? Dunkle Serif... [Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey.]