LOCKE
He never noticed how much he loved the sun in Torchline until he had been deprived of it for a half season. He never noticed how much he missed color until it had been taken from him too. He had come here, just passing through on his way to the shrine, but never before had he stopped to enjoy the beauty. Maybe he just has a new appreciation for life or something.
A familiar voice catches his ear and he turns towards the sound. Speaking of color, there were few so distinguishable as the red head just down the way from him. "Melita~" He calls in a half sing-song as he makes his way towards her. He knows little of the girl before him but he likes her. Actually, he feels that way about a lot of people. "What have you got?" The man pauses just a few feet from her, leaning down to look at what she's holding.
Oh. Knives. His favorite.
A familiar voice catches his ear and he turns towards the sound. Speaking of color, there were few so distinguishable as the red head just down the way from him. "Melita~" He calls in a half sing-song as he makes his way towards her. He knows little of the girl before him but he likes her. Actually, he feels that way about a lot of people. "What have you got?" The man pauses just a few feet from her, leaning down to look at what she's holding.
Oh. Knives. His favorite.
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
