“I’m only going to be here for 10 minutes, maximum, in that open chair you have right there.” He said as he gestured towards and open seat behind the people he’d being trying to persuade. This was as far as he could go without a membership card. Heath stood at the entrance to the Helios Knights Hall, eyeing the guards with slight irritation. He had wanted to be accommodating. After all, he was doing this on an already erratic schedule. He had also assumed that with his tutoring wanted ad in tow he would at least be allowed to sit and wait in the lobby. No, members only. He had been told this three times already. By the third he already felt the guard on the cusp of smacking him for insisting so much.

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault you can’t distinguish class from trash.” Sinclair chimed in only further worsening an already terrible situation. As usual. Heath took in a deep, calming breath to keep himself for explaining once more that all he wanted as to sit at the entrance and wait for his tutor. He would be right beside where the guards were posted. The coati stood to his right, practically sneering up at the poor bastard trying to do his job. Job Heath’s ass. Jester’s Den was at least CIVIL with guests. Chairs, drinks, even some pastries if they paid for it. His face wrinkled into a slight scowl as he imitated the condescending stare of whoever it was he’d been talking to. He half a mind to attempt again but as he saw Sinclair open his mouth, the blonde sharply turned around. With one swift movement, he scooped up Sinclair under his arm and marched back into the gardens, silently telling Sinclair off as he protested all too loudly.

The witch picked a small stone bench within the entrance’s direct line of sight. He would wait here. Quietly. And he would simmer about the whole matter. Sinclair sat beside him, fur puffed up in similar anger. Though he was angry at the world at this point. So angry he couldn’t articulate it at the moment for that disgraceful pick up. After a few minutes, Heath snorted at his familiar’s appearance and tried to help him pat it down. “You love being carried though.” He teased before glancing back at the entrance. “Next time we meet near the house. I’m not coming back here again.”