Dec 13, 2014
callxdus
"Swoosh, swoosh," the male uttered in nonchalance. Low and monotone, like how old-fashioned robots would speak. All the while leaning against the chain-link fence. Arms crossed, eyes staring at nothing in particular-- bored, bored, bored, -- yet he was all ears ever since he noticed the small rustling from the bushes behind him, separated by the fence of course. If whatever that rustled wanted to come out, then please, do so.