rupert "miles" glass (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} clowning) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
"I think... perhaps it's a horn, or a trombone?" He'd sighed, staring down at his. The poor thing, all polished up and no where to play. "I was seized as well. Honestly, I don't mind it." He still kept his voice garbled and gnashed, though hopefully coherent, through his teeth as if it needed to be quieted (likely, just for theatrics.), although it probably wasn't a requirement now that the rest of the band was playing over their 'private' conversaton.
"I mean to say, that if I'm already pushed into a strange time, shoved into an unfmilar place, and then seized by a strange man who claims to know me and that I belong playing a horn, I may as well adhere to fatalism. Know what I mean?"