Fox Hunt: Van & Gilderoi
Van saw Gil more than heard him. The sudden movement out of the corner of his eye made the young Standard jump and drop his game. It was just an elf. Just an elf. Like that wasn't unique and unusual all by itself. He ripped the headphones off and shot Gil a glare. "What's your problem, man?!"
Heart racing, Van blew out a heated breath that sounded more like a snort. The game was still going where it had fallen and a faint jingle could be heard from the headphones in Van's hands. "I'm busy."