[The moment is so serene that Yujin almost loses himself in it, gazing contemplatively at the fountain, lulled by the gentle rush of water and wind, the continual trill of birdsong.
Until someone addresses him, of course.]
Ah!
[He starts, then looks about, searching for the source of the voice. Nope... Nobody. Just him and the birds.]
I-isn't this your head? And what do you mean, "un-murder"?
no subject
Until someone addresses him, of course.]
Ah!
[He starts, then looks about, searching for the source of the voice. Nope... Nobody. Just him and the birds.]
I-isn't this your head? And what do you mean, "un-murder"?