[RL: With Richard - LIFE ~ it's only a game, a scarring one]

[blutendimpulsge]

It wasn't exactly boredom that plagued Kvasir, but something akin to it. The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly played on the television screen as Kvasir idly watched, occasionally snickering at the dialogue or commenting on the camera work. It did little to alleviate his boredom but it was aside from sleeping. If he drifted off now then he'd only awaken

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[bendtomywill]

A gentle knock issued from the front door of the, well wherever the God happened to be residing. It probably barely even registered above the movie he was watching, as though it had been done via a very small hand. That or a hand that contained no actual means of knocking. Like muscles, or a working body attached to it. The sound of a somewhat gravely laughter issued from without as well. One could only guess what was on the other side, of course the God within should have known. Considering his given title. "Hey, open up!"

[blutendimpulsge]

Kvasir blinked, sitting up on the couch and looking around suspiciously. There wasn't...he wasn't asleep was he? Glaring lightly at the tv, Kvasir pushed himself off the couch and crept near the door. No, he was supposedly still there. Strangling a whimper before it could sound, Kvasir retreated further into the house. He only prayed Madoc kept quiet.

[bendtomywill]

The soft almost taunting knocking continued on the door of the God, of course it was a skeletal hand of one, Billy, orphan extraordinaire. Lifting him by use of what appeared to be a spell of some kind, the skeletal had almost an odd greenish black glow about him, Richard was standing passively next to the door, arms at his sides, red and black robes hanging off of his frame.

He was positive the God was inside, positive enough that he could wait until the door opened from now until he got bored enough to kill things. Which was nearly all of the time for that matter, when he wasn't doing things with Cale and the lot of them.

"Kva-..guy! Answer the door! I've got this game!"

[blutendimpulsge]

Wincing at the words, Kvasir took a step up the stairs only to bite his tongue and turn on his heel. Madoc, having grown irritated at the knocking, scurried toward the door. Kvasir hissed gently to try and gain the ferret's attention, but Madoc ignored him, sniffing at the door instead. It didn't smell like anyone he knew. The ferret hopped atop a pile of books near the door, managing to undo the lock with a sound click before Kvasir could grab him. Kvasir froze hoping the noise hadn't been a loud as he'd perceived it.