Missing
The lone General stands just beneath the brilliantly blinding sign to the Nexus. He fidgets none, despite the buzzing nerves that wish to do so. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he clears his throat. "Hey, uh, listen up all you whackjobs and weirdos. I need a moment of your time. I seem to be minus a certain pal o' mine, and it's been like...fuckin' three days now." He pauses, clearing his throat again to fend off the ever building hoarse sound in his voice.
"Anyone seen Fish? Spooky little guy; pale, black hair, normally seen drawing or holding a Starbucks coffee cup." His gaze is tired and pointed at nothing in general. "Failing that, is anyone else sans a person?"
((And on the seventh day, Mun said 'LET THERE BE SLEEP!' an-Zzzzzzzzzzzz... IT'S ON LIKE DONKEY KONG!))
"Anyone seen Fish? Spooky little guy; pale, black hair, normally seen drawing or holding a Starbucks coffee cup." His gaze is tired and pointed at nothing in general. "Failing that, is anyone else sans a person?"
((And on the seventh day, Mun said 'LET THERE BE SLEEP!' an-Zzzzzzzzzzzz... IT'S ON LIKE DONKEY KONG!))