without fanfare; action&voice
[GOOD MORNING. guess who's got feet enough to move again! and it only took, what. a week? good times. though Alex hasn't gotten to prowling yet; he's on the angled roof of the Gilded Castle, the story he'd been holed up in; his feet are dangling in Edel's window as he lounges, trying to...egh...enjoy this too-close sunshine.
his voice is nonchalant, but the pace is fairly stilted and broken. he's trying, okay.]
So, it is a good assumption...that we are, ehh...immortal to some degrees, yes? By some means.
his voice is nonchalant, but the pace is fairly stilted and broken. he's trying, okay.]
So, it is a good assumption...that we are, ehh...immortal to some degrees, yes? By some means.