Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20190603230926/@comment-32273133-20190628233439

“You’re not Cyber folk, that’s for sure,” The door opens a little more. “Find someone, eh? Tell me, why should I help you?”

Bex peeks around Runa and waves tentatively.

“Never mind,” The door opens all the way, revealing all six feet, two inches of Spencer, leaning on the doorway. “That’s reason enough. Bex, last time I saw you, you were partially disemboweled.”

Bex winces. “Yeah. I’m good now.”

“Evidently,” Spencer steps away from the doorway. “Come in before the neighbours’s heads explode. Except you,” Xe point at Percy. “That parum spurius has to stay outside.”

“I’m attached to the dragon,” Percy points at his bracelet, then at Runa.

“And the cord is small enough to fit under my door,” Spencer replies cooly. “Fututus et mori in igni.”

Percy pouts, but sits down right outside the door.