Cough, cough!

Perfect… just perfect. After a not-so-brilliant show, Artful had gotten sick. He wasn’t sure if it was just because it was spring, or something the crowd threw at him had some nasty germs. Either way, he was gonna be stuck in his bed for a little while…

“ Mmngh…. “

As he grumbled, he heard his window open. That could only be one monster. He rolled over to look at the window, at pursuer.

“ Pursuer…? What are you doing here, mon ami…? “