Phil, obtaining his last bit of reasonably-long free time this ninedays, knocked at the study door, since Luc had insisted on the just-sauntering-in policy when trying to find these people.
Kage is obsessively re-organizing his precious collection, and grumbling in a cranky-firebug kinda way. But he'll answer the knock, opening the door with a scowl that is instantly erased, as Phil is greeted properly.
Faces are made. Unpleasant, wounded faces. "Someone was messing with my books," he pouts. He's also just going to hang there a bit, Phil, unless you have some objection.
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