It was an unrealistic dream of his to think that Foxwood’s sudden absence at his side meant that the annoying, nosy man had actually decided to listen to him and bugger off. He’d just heaved a (rather mucous-y) sigh of relief and dissolved into coughs again when he heard a commotion in the corner of the workshop along with Foxwood’s explanation. The world was starting to fucking spin. Great. Was this how he died? Without knowing what the fuck he’d done to make himself so sick?
A squawk of protest had him looking up to see what the fuck was happening, only to be met with the sight of his Great Grey Owl, Titus being wrestled with. Grey feathers flew everywhere as Titus flapped furiously, his yellow eyes glaring holes into Foxwood’s skull.
“Foxwood!” Agrimony tried to bark out through a cough. “Stop hassling my fucking bird, you wanker.”
Of course, the warning was ignored and he could only watch as Foxwood scribbled out a note onto a piece of parchment and damn near hurled Titus out the window. Agrimony, at this point, had very little energy to do anything but glare at the man in protest. He twitched away from Foxwood’s touch on his knee, directing his gaze petulantly over his shoulder. Of course he had a place to recline, especially given that he’d spent quite a few nights in this workshop needing to look after his experiments to make sure they didn’t level the entire block.
But of course, he could only raise his hand through coughs and point at a shadowy corner of the room. “There’s a trigger in the wall, it’ll lead to my quarters.” He rasped, pushing up from the table to stagger over to the corner.
A squawk of protest had him looking up to see what the fuck was happening, only to be met with the sight of his Great Grey Owl, Titus being wrestled with. Grey feathers flew everywhere as Titus flapped furiously, his yellow eyes glaring holes into Foxwood’s skull.
“Foxwood!” Agrimony tried to bark out through a cough. “Stop hassling my fucking bird, you wanker.”
Of course, the warning was ignored and he could only watch as Foxwood scribbled out a note onto a piece of parchment and damn near hurled Titus out the window. Agrimony, at this point, had very little energy to do anything but glare at the man in protest. He twitched away from Foxwood’s touch on his knee, directing his gaze petulantly over his shoulder. Of course he had a place to recline, especially given that he’d spent quite a few nights in this workshop needing to look after his experiments to make sure they didn’t level the entire block.
But of course, he could only raise his hand through coughs and point at a shadowy corner of the room. “There’s a trigger in the wall, it’ll lead to my quarters.” He rasped, pushing up from the table to stagger over to the corner.
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