Thankfully, the roar of battle had ended and in its stead, the light music of the campaign map gently caressed [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166-alma-mater-maximus/char#post-2323135]Timothy[/url]'s ears. Thus, he was able to hear the knocks on his door, and respond to the rasp appropriately. Retreating from his laptop, and without his trademark glasses, he found Aiden standing in his doorway, arms crossed and looking at him expectantly.

"I was wondering where you were," the uninvited guest said, rather smugly.

"Well, now you know."

"Why are you here instead of out there? Come on, bro, the meet's about to start!"

"Ah," realization widened Tim's eyes. "That."

"Yeah, that. Well, no sense in staying in your room like a loner, bro, we've got to go!"

"I told you I didn't- ah hell, you filthy American-!" Tim found his wrist grabbed, and only barely managed to catch his glasses from the entry table before being dragged forcibly downstairs.