Tomorrow was going to be a good day. "If it gets any worse maybe we should consider a med kit- not that we'd really know how to use it in this case." No hair ruffling, he's no kawaii shounen prince, but he did pat Clive's arm sympathetically, which hey, pretty outrageous for him.

After taking a look inside- and thankfully finding nothing waiting to kill them- Hershel headed straight for the chair. It looked sturdy enough, and when he sat down to test it it moved easily but with a resounding and annoying squeak. "Well... it works at least." Squeeeeak squeak squeak, okay he was getting off this damn thing now.