((@world-duelists, cont. from here))
“Who the hell-” He sat up, awake but lying down.Jun walking over to the Window.. “Do you KNOW what time it is!?” he hissed pulling back the curtain…
oh.
“What do you want..” still not opening the window…
Fubuki sat on a branch outside, completely unbothered by the hour, and apparently also the height he found himself at.
He didn’t answer right away, not wanting to have to raise his voice to be heard through the window, instead miming with one hand the motion of grabbing the window handle and twisting it, then pulling the pretend window open, grinning at Manjoume all the while.
With his demonstration of what he wanted finished, he knocked once more.
















