((So, yeah, after possibly some bitching, quite probably NSFW, also backdated to after
this))
That damn bat and his ridiculous demands that he be free from the consequences of his actions. I told him not to screw up and he ends up screwing. He bitches about something I told him would be unstable. Idiot.
There are times I think I should be a recluse, too. Then I wouldn't have to deal with the idiots. But, then I'd get bored and restless.
At least I paid him back. Though, my head is starting to kill me. I head up to my room, knowing Near will probably be there or will be soon. I rub at my temples. I really hate that wandless magic makes my head want to explode.
I tap on the door before opening it, and smile at him before rubbing my head. "Hey," I mutter, leaning against the door to take off my boots, rubbing my head between each one. "I hate wandless magic, but it's useful."