Feb 23, 2014
@grievingtim
Dinah had watched one of the bands shows afar, preferring to keep away from the crowd. She started to follow when they moved, eyes burning holes in the object clutched in the man's hands. If there was one thing she had in common with her former owner, it was that blasted curiosity. And there was that old saying about curiosity and cats...
She walked up close enough to be in earshot, gesturing wildly to get attention. She jabbed her pointer at the instrument. "Hey, you." Manners were never her strong suit. "What the hell is that thing called?"
