"OH WHEN THE SAAAAINTS GO MARCHING INNN--" The summer spirit spun around on tip toes, metal blazing where ever he touched it. People sing when they're lonely and need entertainment, and he's not really any different, roaring melodies and songs he picked up on the streets thinking no one would hear him. "OH WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IIIN!!"
Talk about strange, well. As much as she’d seen she still stopped to stare at the spirit, eventually picking up one brow line. Course, she didn’t truly want to interrupt or anything though.
Eventually the best definition of a ‘welp’ look one over and she piped up.
"Lovely little tune there."












