Waver's cup clinks decisively in his saucer before he puts it down and he sighs loud and long. True, the follower could get by with the furniture like that, but honestly if he were that follower, he'd be raising hell, because that's not what he paid for and god fucking damn he has a budget and buying spare parts takes out of that.

"Well. Aside from a lot of people looking to get drunk after she's through with them? Not really."

One moment, rubbing head. Sometimes other prayers come in at strange times. Like now. A follower just wants this lady to stop yelling at h-- OH GEEZ. WHY. HIBIKI.

"We're going to need to step in here."