“HEY!” [ foreverofbalance ]
Alternatively, send me “HEY!” for my muse walking in on yours [getting dressed].
“Alright--chop, chop, cupcake! We’re in Vegas, land of chaos, and I am determined to--” Oops. Walk in on Ma’at pulling her clothes on, apparently. Just one of the many questionable perks of being a god meant no door was actually locked to you...even the ones that probably should be, just temporarily.
Well, he had one of two options now: he could walk out the door with a flippant over-the-should apology and wait to be called back in, or he could do exactly what he chose to do. Namely, whistle and waggle his brows, dropping into the nearby armchair with a smirk. “Y’know normally you have to pay for this kind of a show!”