[Footsteps, a voice. He tries to stand upright, make himself a little more dignified as he searches out the source.
There is... a distant familiarity. A face he's not sure if he's supposed to remember or not. He stares at the flowers, the ball-jointed limbs, bright eyes that stare back, not quite listening to her few words. He knows this girl. There are differences, discrepancies, but the identifying features add up. What's wrong with her? Why is she...
Add groans, dragging a hand across his face. He wants to lay back down again. Dynamo buzzes in his pockets.]
Who are you? Identify yourself. [like he's in any position to make demands, but at least he's trying]
no subject
There is... a distant familiarity. A face he's not sure if he's supposed to remember or not. He stares at the flowers, the ball-jointed limbs, bright eyes that stare back, not quite listening to her few words. He knows this girl. There are differences, discrepancies, but the identifying features add up. What's wrong with her? Why is she...
Add groans, dragging a hand across his face. He wants to lay back down again. Dynamo buzzes in his pockets.]
Who are you? Identify yourself. [like he's in any position to make demands, but at least he's trying]