The momentary stumble towards his person was like Fate slamming them together with the most pain possible. At least more-so for one side of the collision. Gant however, couldn't be more tickled to see the old blueblood clutch to him, only to push away with that over-sensitive knack for dignity.

Always sharp, that Freddy. He could make himself look refined whilst standing in the middle of a circus and none would question his aristocratic air.

It was only natural that Gant's first inclination was to muddle him up and ruffle his pretty peacock feathers. He clasped his gloved hands together, a look of ever-elated joy across his tanned features.

"Oh I just flew in actually, hoho~! Or rather I rode the lightning, to be perfectly literal. That poor baseball diamond didn't know what hit it!"