..Yeeeeah, but it was kinda nice, you know, coming from hobo and all.. it was, calming……eeeeven though this literally should be anything BUT calming.
.. And well, there he was, singing to himself as he was sat in front of a workbench, he was working on the handgun he gave Mihal yesterday..
“Digging, myself.. a grave, won’t you dig a grave, with meeee..?.. -sigh-,.. Why am I still thinking about him? He’s just a human, a human Mother Miranda picked out of no where, so why?.. Ai ai ai..-“
He rubbed his head slightly, as he sat aside, the newly modified, gun. />