[ gods. the cyrus concussion. he's still staring at the sideboard, though he does notice when someone's all up in his business - therion doesn't move, at least not at first, not really caring at the moment. it's an adjustment period, okay? sometimes you're considering the world and also the fact that this weird place has a coffee named after someone who has probably given himself a multitude of concussions. who would probably say things like why-this-is-a-scholars-PARADISE-therion. ugh. insufferable.
--aaand then, therion gets a hearty pat on the shoulder. to say he jumps like a startled cat is not at all an exaggeration, jerking two steps to the left immediately, out of the way, and giving off the aura of... an offended cat. the look on his face goes to a glower, and he practically hisses: ]
Watch it. [ you were the one standing there like a clown therion but ok. his drink spilled onto his hand and he hasn't even really noticed. ]
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--aaand then, therion gets a hearty pat on the shoulder. to say he jumps like a startled cat is not at all an exaggeration, jerking two steps to the left immediately, out of the way, and giving off the aura of... an offended cat. the look on his face goes to a glower, and he practically hisses: ]
Watch it. [ you were the one standing there like a clown therion but ok. his drink spilled onto his hand and he hasn't even really noticed. ]