Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-25547106-20160303020957

(I'd actually forgotten that she'd said there was an actual invasion.)

With an exasporated sigh, he covers his eyes tiredly. "Of course... Zombies... Where oh where is the bright young boy mother raised?" he admonishes himself. He then merely kicks the coffee table forward, causing it to trip all the zombies shambling their way towards his wall. "Ladies, if you too are after some supper, I'd be more than happy to oblige, but please, wait your turn." he directs them, pointing forcefully at the couch. In the light of his den, his monocle shined omenously and his blue eye that was visible glared at them with piercing impatience. "Please. Sit and wait for me to fix us up some tea." he says in a firm tone.