Dorm A125 | Closed
[Damian glanced at the clock, it was 1801 exactly. Where the hell was Pennyworth? The useless butler had agreed to be here at precisely 1800 hours. How incompetent. If he was his servant and not his father's, he would fire him. I mean seriously, what was so special about this sub-par butler who made slightly average meals and apparently could not keep appointments? He will never understand.
A knock at the door caused Damian to hurry to the door and throw it open. With a scowl, he said.]
You're late.
A knock at the door caused Damian to hurry to the door and throw it open. With a scowl, he said.]
You're late.