[eventually oowada hears footsteps matching his own, a heavy purposeful stride. he looks all around him dumbly, unable to see far enough into the fog. his instinct is to be ready for a fight, square your shoulders and keep your limbs loose but then again he's dead.
no matter how alive he still feels, nothing more can hurt him now.
he can't help feeling nervous though, he's never been in a place quite like this. so empty and lonely, it puts him on edge. when the footsteps get louder?
his mouth opens of his own accord, masculine voice bellowing out.]
Yeah!! Whaddaya want!?
[always the tough guy mondo, look where it got you.]
I'M EXPECTING TEARS
no matter how alive he still feels, nothing more can hurt him now.
he can't help feeling nervous though, he's never been in a place quite like this. so empty and lonely, it puts him on edge. when the footsteps get louder?
his mouth opens of his own accord, masculine voice bellowing out.]
Yeah!! Whaddaya want!?
[always the tough guy mondo, look where it got you.]