[Here comes a deep bellow of sheer irritation, encased in just a single sound:]
Oi!!
[Now Rhus puts down his poor potted plant, and leans over the edge of his rooftop, looking for whoever is messing with his weather, because clearly that's a person, with the voice he's been hearing.]
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Oi!!
[Now Rhus puts down his poor potted plant, and leans over the edge of his rooftop, looking for whoever is messing with his weather, because clearly that's a person, with the voice he's been hearing.]
Who in the bloody hells is interrupting me?!