In the space between Porphyria's first comment and her second one Ozymandias had wandered from the doorway towards the breakfast table, so this time he actually did follow through on throwing something at her head: the nearest folded napkin. Not the most aerodynamic projectile, but he assumed the attempt made his point well enough regardless.
"Was there anything in the paper?" he asked, towards Christabel. Porphyria had made it clear that she intended to be unhelpful, so there was no point asking her, and Christa was likely more interested in the news that Phyr was anyway. "If it was enough of a catastrophe to merit her staying a whole hour late, it would have been news. Though I suppose perhaps too late-breaking to make print," he mused. He leaned one arm on the back of an empty chair and frowned in the direction of the windows. "If I have to trudge all the way to the hospital to find her and she's not covered in blood I'll be annoyed. She could have at least written."
"Was there anything in the paper?" he asked, towards Christabel. Porphyria had made it clear that she intended to be unhelpful, so there was no point asking her, and Christa was likely more interested in the news that Phyr was anyway. "If it was enough of a catastrophe to merit her staying a whole hour late, it would have been news. Though I suppose perhaps too late-breaking to make print," he mused. He leaned one arm on the back of an empty chair and frowned in the direction of the windows. "If I have to trudge all the way to the hospital to find her and she's not covered in blood I'll be annoyed. She could have at least written."
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