•garrylove •dollsofparadise
There were certainly a lot of strange visitors coming her way, wasn’t there? Then again, she shouldn’t have been one to call another strange—she was, after all, a living doll in a circus filled with murderers. Adelise found him strange nonetheless, and opted only to blink red optics at him for a moment before parting cold lips to speak, “Good afternoon, Sir. Are you lost by any chance?”
Garry had wandered off into a strange place indeed. He had seen many places and many things, but none quite like this... it gave him the same eery feeling as the gallery on that day long ago. Even the young woman that stood before him reminded him of a living painting. She looked like a porcelain doll.
"I am indeed, lost. Might you know the way out of such a place?"
