➨ 〝ONE〞voice｡
(It's night time, and he's a got a small piece of chalk in his hands. Fiddling with a few times, he tosses it up in the air and catches it. Looking it over again and again, he gives a scoff as he sits down, his back against the wall.)
Tch. Draw a door on the wall? Yeah, that's dumb. (Sounds of shifting can be heard in the background.) Maybe I'll do it when I'm bored one day. That pan was... really odd. Who tells people this kind of stuff anyway?
... This city is really strange to begin with. (More rustling noises, as he shifts in his seat, his bottom getting sore from the flat ground.) Oi, Sheryl! Ranka! ...Luca? Is anyone there?
(ooc; sajh hi. LATE TO THE PARTY, but have some "pan's labyrinth" in your life.)
Tch. Draw a door on the wall? Yeah, that's dumb. (Sounds of shifting can be heard in the background.) Maybe I'll do it when I'm bored one day. That pan was... really odd. Who tells people this kind of stuff anyway?
... This city is really strange to begin with. (More rustling noises, as he shifts in his seat, his bottom getting sore from the flat ground.) Oi, Sheryl! Ranka! ...Luca? Is anyone there?
(ooc; sajh hi. LATE TO THE PARTY, but have some "pan's labyrinth" in your life.)