Chapter 141: It’s just a shoulder you guys
Cass didn’t consider the fact that his clothing was askew until he got to the door. Vespertine remained behind him, still on the couch as Cass placed his hand on the handle, and then attempted to tug.
Nothing happened.
Cass flushed, realising he had used his bad hand, and switched, going for the handle again. It was one of those ones you had to turn with your grip. It didn’t have a long handle that he could turn down.
It didn’t work again.
Cass was flustered, but thankfully, he just...knocked on the door and by all things right in the world, prayed that Sir Forsythe would know it was him.
The door creaked open from the outside and Cass let out a deep sigh of relief just as he heard Vespertine speak up from behind him.
"Are you alright? Do you need help?" Vespertine’s voice was a little tired, downtrodden, and Cass sighed.
"I’m fine, Lord Vespertine. Sir Forsythe helped." Cass told him without turning around. It was then that Cass realised in its entirety how messy he looked. He took a moment to consider if he should attempt to fix himself, and then recalled how terribly he was able to open the damn door. Fixing something as complicated as his clothes, which had several useless buttons, all for damn show?
There was no fucking way Cass was going to be able to do that. So, Cass came out of the room, unable to fix his outfit, and unwilling to ask Vespertine for any help. He didn’t think it was a big deal. He was coming out to just Sir Forsythe, maybe Sam and Byron if he was lucky. If someone else saw him, like a servant or something, he didn’t really care.
What he wasn’t expecting was Draken and Lady Fiona standing there. Lady Fiona seemed a little concerned, while Draken was wringing his hands as Cass pushed the door open with his mostly bare shoulder.
Draken and Lady Fiona were to the left of him, basically blocking the view from others peering down the hallway. Sam and Sir Forsythe were there as well, but to the left, against the wall. Standing practically out of view, like the good henchmen that they were. Sam looked ill at the sight of Cass’ clothes askew, and Sir Forsythe looked ready to kill Lord Vespertine. But the shock on their faces was minimal considering how Lady Fiona and Draken reacted.