Deadlines, a house call (Gilbert)

Mathieu was not a pushover by any means. Unfortunately, he wasn't the sort to be incredibly stubborn and get his way either. Rather he floated around in the middle ground, insistent about some things but being bumped to the side over others more often then not. Which would be why he let this deadline slide for three whole weeks without much more than a minor plea for the chapters he required.

Now, though, it needed to be remedied. He couldn't keep going with nothing to clean up and revise, otherwise when he finally got the required chapters either their wouldn't be time to get them back the usual number of times it had to move through, or he'd receive so much that he wouldn’t be able to wade through it. Which was why he was now up at the door of his… currently only client given his current situation with not being able to be remembered by his (former) employers…. taking a deep breath to steel his nerves for the harrying demand for papers to come.

After a pause, he took knuckles to wood and knocked.

"Gilbert, I really need those pages today, you have to open up-!"