Shedletsky sighed, utterly exhausted, as whoever it was practically got shoved down the stairs "sheesh! patience, alright? im going, im going-" He mumbled, walking down the stairs

Life hadnt been nice to him lately. Work was stressful, as always, but it had gotten, so, so much worse with Buidlerman missing.

He missed his friend, very much. It was like he died with how everyone treated it, and it felt like it was HIS fault too. And the SFOTH swords..ugh, everything seemed to not be going his way. The person who he sent to get them were doing a good enough job, but still, he wished he didnt have to send anyone to get them in the first place.

"what did you even need me for, kid?" He asked, he had just finished up his work, when they had dragged him down to the bottom floor of the HQ and-oh, they left, how odd.

He glanced around before noticing-was that who he thought it was?

"builderman?"