Basil had just approached the door when he heard Gus squeak something. Obviously unaware of really what was going on, the brunette poked his head around the frame. Even though he knew Lissington was on the other side of it, he was still surprised to actually see the red-head’s face here, like this, again. (How long had it been since he’d graced the Foxwood house with his presence?) Before Basil could say anything though, and while Lissing was still mid-sentence! Atticus shut the door on both of them. Basil blinked.“Atticus!” He shrieked again, flabbergasted. How dare his brother just… just expel a guest like that?! Wasn’t he the one who was always on about manners and refinement and everything else the upper classes supposedly stood for? He couldn’t just do that!
The eldest Foxwood was on the move before Basil could do much else and, for a moment, he was torn. What was he supposed to do here? He wanted to run after Lissington and apologize for his brother’s ridiculously childish and rude behavior, but he also knew that if he didn’t snatch that letter back from the elder, it would be burnt long before he returned. Making a split second decision, Basil turned and grabbed Atticus by the arm.
“Give it to me!” He demanded.