Thepotatogod
and it was this big
--Hugo Pennyworth--
Interaction: Zenterfold AriAriAbabwa
Hugo didn't flinch as the man in the blue coat woke up in cold sweat. He seemed to have a bad dream. Perhaps a memory? Regardless, he seemed unfamiliar with his surroundings. Perhaps his initial theory was right--once again, he's been taken as another captive. A Hound tied to yet another leash.
This time, it claimed not only him, but someone else.
"No, I'm not. I'm more of a soldier than a medic." Hugo answered as he watched the man scramble around the room, speaking of where he is, a man named 'Aaron Burr', and of course, grimacing a lack of pen and paper. That part's concerning, too. Hugo's outfit didn't scream like a soldier. In fact, it felt more like a flamboyant foreigner than anything with his black leather garb, black tape, and his two, concerningly large cuffs. They almost look like they can be connected. Like that of a prisoner's.
Just as the man said that he'll have to write a letter to this Eliza person later, Hugo heard a clicking sound coming towards the door.
"Why bother writing if you can just say it to her face to face?" Hugo asked, glancing towards the door before turning back to the man in blue. "The important thing is that she sees you alive, isn't it? Action does speak a thousand words, I hear."
Interaction: Zenterfold AriAriAbabwa
Hugo didn't flinch as the man in the blue coat woke up in cold sweat. He seemed to have a bad dream. Perhaps a memory? Regardless, he seemed unfamiliar with his surroundings. Perhaps his initial theory was right--once again, he's been taken as another captive. A Hound tied to yet another leash.
This time, it claimed not only him, but someone else.
"No, I'm not. I'm more of a soldier than a medic." Hugo answered as he watched the man scramble around the room, speaking of where he is, a man named 'Aaron Burr', and of course, grimacing a lack of pen and paper. That part's concerning, too. Hugo's outfit didn't scream like a soldier. In fact, it felt more like a flamboyant foreigner than anything with his black leather garb, black tape, and his two, concerningly large cuffs. They almost look like they can be connected. Like that of a prisoner's.
Just as the man said that he'll have to write a letter to this Eliza person later, Hugo heard a clicking sound coming towards the door.
"Why bother writing if you can just say it to her face to face?" Hugo asked, glancing towards the door before turning back to the man in blue. "The important thing is that she sees you alive, isn't it? Action does speak a thousand words, I hear."