"Damn fat headed old man… no vision… no thought."
Abaddon tore through his closet like a man possessed.
As he searched for clothes, he grumbled irritably to himself and called his father just about every name he could think of.
He found his traveling clothes and pulled them out in short order, peeling away his current sweatsuit in favor of his usual black fur-lined vest and pants.
He started to grab a sword too when he heard a noise behind him.
He looked back to find Sif staring at him warily with the rest of her body hidden behind the doorframe.
If he checked outside, Abaddon believed that he might find several other women hiding in attendance behind her.
"You know, you girls might hurt my feelings if you stand outside hiding from me like I'm an uncontrollable drunkard."
Sif blinked, but didn't come out of hiding. "Can never be too careful... If you'll beat down on the dad you love so much, then everyone else can't be too safe either, can they?"
