*Pounds on the door, six pack in hand*
‘Ey, mon ami? C’mon out, we need t’talk.
::Had only just woken up a few minutes ago, having a late start in the day and wasn’t really all there yet. At the pounding noise, he jumped and sluggishly moved to the door and opened it with a perked brow. This wasn’t a face he saw very often.:: “Ah.. uh, G’day. Talk?” ::Was he in trouble?::
Yeah…Talk. *looked a little disgruntled, scanning the other other with a sympathetic tone to his voice.* How’s de…how’s de face, mon ami? I ‘eard de Spy ah…wen’ off de deep end las’ night. Right shame I ‘ad t’miss de whole ting, I would’ve grabbed de camera when dose two….*waves it off* Bah. Wha’s done is done.