Mar 30, 2008 22:33
Zelgadis is leaning against a wall near the elevator leading upstairs, arms crossed, and wearing blue jeans, a khaki-coloured turtleneck, and a black hoodie. The hood is pulled up over his head, and his longsword is belted to his waist. He seems to be waiting for someone-probably Lina. He glances at the nearest clock and sighs in exasperation.
"If you're coming, Lina, then hurry up," he growls under his breath, not to her, though, since she's obviously not present. Yet.
zelgadis graywords,
lina inverse