By the time Oscar pokes his head around the corner, of course, it's much too late: Ozpin is not in his chair. Instead, he stands bewildered with his book on the ground, half a truffle in his hand, and a crown of antlers upon his head. He turns to Oscar and the tines catch the light, glinting in their familiar shape. He doesn't need a mirror to know what he will find.

"While I appreciate the warning..."

Of course it came to them at the same time. Sometimes he wonders how the Pthumerians see them, when these things are so often synchronized. Perhaps it goes beyond the Pthumerians; their connection may well be a law like gravity.