❝ Ohhh... ❞
------------ a low croon as he surveyed his new surroundings with a hint of curiosity, dress shoes hitting the floorboards beneath him with a dull t h u d. He couldn’t explain the sudden alteration in scenery; one moment he’d been walking the streets of New York in search of fresh meat and the next he’d been whisked to a foreign house.
Oh... was this a summoning? Is this what it feels like to be summoned?
------------- arched eyes blinked owlishly before they swivelled to look at the man before him, a frame just shy of nine feet tall looming over him like a shadow. He appeared surprised, clueless even, though Edgar wouldn’t make any wagers. To have summoned him at all, he had to know something-- or at least possess some sort of knowledge.
❝ ... hello, you. Could you not have waited until morning? ❞
------------ a chipper baritone, one laced with both inquisition and accusation. What could be so important that he needed to speak with him right now?
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