The assumption of Five's annoyance is a painfully accurate one; it was something intrinsically consistent in this old man turned thirteen year old menace.
As it happens, they will catch Five on his way out - the camping was over, as it were - with the retrieval of his blazer, moving stiffly across the living room, having teleported himself inside seconds before.
He isn't surprised to see the residents of this house stride through their own front door, exactly, but there is a notable lack of enthusiasm across his youthful face, purpling bruise across his cheekbone.
"Huh," a quiet note - the mother hen wasn't with them. "Just grabbing my things."
comin' in hot, fellas! summoned from plurk c:
As it happens, they will catch Five on his way out - the camping was over, as it were - with the retrieval of his blazer, moving stiffly across the living room, having teleported himself inside seconds before.
He isn't surprised to see the residents of this house stride through their own front door, exactly, but there is a notable lack of enthusiasm across his youthful face, purpling bruise across his cheekbone.
"Huh," a quiet note - the mother hen wasn't with them. "Just grabbing my things."