[Oh, what? You mean the sound of Dorothy talking to Glenda about the yellow brick road? He makes a little 'oh' sound, sheepishly reaching over to pause the small portable DVD player that had no doubt been sitting on his chest moments before.]
It's, y'know. Just some noise. I've always been crap at sitting in quiet places.
[He bites his lip as he watches her step over the debris of a sad man.]
no subject
It's, y'know. Just some noise. I've always been crap at sitting in quiet places.
[He bites his lip as he watches her step over the debris of a sad man.]
Something... you wanted to talk about?