Who: GENERAL CROSS MARIAN
vatheonWhen: 7:20 AM on the dot.
Where: WHERE YOU AT
Style: so much of it right here er. whatever floats your boat
Status: open like an gorilla smashed your window
BAM!
[What's that? I'll tell you what it is.
It's your door/wall/barrier/whatever blockade is keeping you from Cross coming crashing down.
So if Kanda has a face like thunder, the General's sporting a face like a dormant volcano right now. Boots are falling upon the floor rather heavily as he saunters in, flicking his cigarette off to the side. His gun being stashed away now as he surveys the room, glancing over your character for perhaps not but a second. Acknowleding but not really.
Then the closest form of acceptable seating will now be occupied as he makes himself at home. Don't worry, he dried off some time ago. Then in a mix of a groan and a demand-]
You don't know what hell I've been through. Spare an overworked man a bottle of wine, will you?