[ Whiskey does not come, because Whiskey.- a darling girl - is perhaps one of the laziest creatures alive. She heaves a heavy sigh, thumps her tail a few times against the floor, and doesn't move at all. ]
There's not - Wait, though -
[ Byerly stands from his desk, giving a little gesture of anxiety. Not based in anything incriminating in the room itself - there are no creatures in there, nubile or otherwise, and the room (perhaps miraculously) isn't littered with emptied bottles - it's purely over Bastien's own actions. ]
no subject
There's not - Wait, though -
[ Byerly stands from his desk, giving a little gesture of anxiety. Not based in anything incriminating in the room itself - there are no creatures in there, nubile or otherwise, and the room (perhaps miraculously) isn't littered with emptied bottles - it's purely over Bastien's own actions. ]
You don't want to.
[ In spite of the fact that he is marching in. ]