→ VOICE 11

[lullabylocket]

[There's the sound of leaves rustling, a thump accompanied by an "oof!", and then a pause. He turns, rustling his skirts. Again. And then after hearing a rather creepy chuckle behind him, scoffs.]

Let me guess: You're mad. I'm mad. Yes, I know the story... We're all mad here. Very mad...

[He sighs.]

I'm back.

Comments

[angels_on_high]

We're all angry?

[angels_on_high]

I'm ... no. I'm not.

[lullabylocket]

Talking to an animal?

[angels_on_high]

No.

[lullabylocket]

Suit yourself.