Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-30014014-20191020160220

The man turns slightly for a second time, this time, glancing at the man named Jorge. If one was looking at the moment, they would see a brief gaze peering through his mask. A subtle, fleeting one. One quick to die as it rose.

He returns to the sight of sounds and colors. But now, he takes a step forward, chaining a slow pace to the place, with the feeling that he had idled long enough.