He was his messy haired self as always, the hammer he had....wasn't with him. TvT, instead he just came there without anything really, though he was obviously cranky, because he might've been pecked awake by some sort of crows or something-
"Alright alright, I'm here. What do you need now of all days I sleep?"
No Angie's the doll you're right-
M: "That is enough, both of you! I cannot afford to have you fighting amongst yourself when our mission is so crucial. The child will not be easy to obtain, her father is-difficult..."
D: "Mother Miranda, if Edevane's predictions are so volatile, surely it would be wise to dispose of the father first-"
"You have forgotten that we do not know where he is at the moment, that, nor of what he has. Even if let's say has only a handgun, he could be well enough with it to take one out, hint hint, my bet is on Angie's fragile self-"
He had the back of his fingers, (you know, like side-wise), against his mouth, covering it from Angie's view as his other hand pointed back at her, just-, stop being smug Heisenberg- -.-
