Who: Skwisgaar the (still) younger & Soren What: crazy random happenstance Where: Mordhaus, somewhere. When: Right about now Why: For much branesplodings Warnings: Possible. Hard to say. Will update if so.
Skwisgaar was, in typical Skwisgaar fashion, perched on the steps outside Mordhaus, watching the sun set and smoking like he needed the nicotine. There was a guitar close at hand, though he wasn't playing just at the moment, wasn't even toying idly with the instrument as he was prone to doing. He was just sitting and watching and looking about as sullen as he ever did.
This didn't mean he was sullen of course, it probably just meant he was thinking.