A Debt Repaid
Amidst the chaos of positivity in the kitchen, Gears stiffened, his expression souring and a dark sound rising on the air that only those next to Gears could tell was emanating from deep within his chest and would take a moment for anyone to register the sound was actually a threatening growl. Gears suddenly pivoted on his boot clad heel and stalked towards the stairs, growling a bit louder as he paced the bottom of the stairs like a hungry shark. He could sense the dangerous aura approaching, and he’d be damned if he let the owner of said aura lay a finger on anyone. If anyone were hanging out in the hallway up the stairs, they’d probably be quite confused as to why there was an angry steampunk skeleton pacing and looking up the stairs like the house had personally offended him. His growling got louder and louder with each passing second, soon evolving into a full blown feral snarl one would expect to come from a dragon. By now it would be loud enough to be heard loud and clear in the kitchen and up the stairs as the orange fur trim on his jacket hood bristled and stood on end and he bared his fangs “t h e y ’ r e a p p r o a c h i n g” his voice dropped a full octave, nearly rivaling Dante’s normal vocal depth.
“Gears! Get your boney butt back over here and cut that out. You’re gonna scare Roxanne and possibly others.”
@staxurst
