Lets talk Timepoint.
"Hey, You want to see what it is that I do?" Hourman looks up from his desk at home, after pouring over a few stacks of papers, and cracking his joints.
He strolls across the room, brushing past the cowl and costume hanging over a chair to his guest's location. "C'mon. I think it might be fun. If you promise not to think of me as a stuffed shirt or something...."
He steps forward, holding his hand out.
He strolls across the room, brushing past the cowl and costume hanging over a chair to his guest's location. "C'mon. I think it might be fun. If you promise not to think of me as a stuffed shirt or something...."
He steps forward, holding his hand out.