Ba'dqeel watched dispassionately as Midaar led the Rein and his people down the hall and out of sight. He had been hopeful that the Rein would have stuck to his pervious decision and not hang around his house like an uninvited rodent.
Clearly, today was going to be one of those days where he wished he could go back to bed and just start over.
Giving the outsiders a few more clicks to truly disappear, he turned to Pure, raising an eyebrow as the other male continued to block the way to the door. His arms were still crossed in front of his chest, and his legs were braced apart.
"Well?" sighed Ba'dqeel, raising his hand and twisting it in the air. "They are gone."
"And yet, you are still here," sneered Pure, looking between Ba'dqeel, He'dtaalh, and Zua'the with a sneer on his face. "Shouldn't you be at breakfast with the others?"
