- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- As long as the plot's good I'm in. That says nothing useful though... so I'll say: sci-fi, fantasy, I'm curious enough about horror to add it, aaaand action? yeah, ok, sure, action!
Mercutio's eyes grew wide. His neck creaked with that metallic clink of ceramic touching, "I heard singing..." he began in his bewilderment as to how to properly respond without embarrassing himself. He stood up with another ceramic creak and poured himself some water from the table across the room. After taking a sip he said, "I'm sorry. My curiosity got the best of me."
With his empty hand he brushed his grey hair back still struggling with himself. The old Mercutio wouldn't have blinked at her question. He would have answered with charming and unforgiving honesty. But the Mercutio of the now still wavered with who he was, or rather who he had become.
"I didn't mean to pry. And I don't mean to change the subject really, but I haven been wondering what it is exactly that you do. You mentioned something about missions earlier. I hope I'm not imposing on you too much."
With his empty hand he brushed his grey hair back still struggling with himself. The old Mercutio wouldn't have blinked at her question. He would have answered with charming and unforgiving honesty. But the Mercutio of the now still wavered with who he was, or rather who he had become.
"I didn't mean to pry. And I don't mean to change the subject really, but I haven been wondering what it is exactly that you do. You mentioned something about missions earlier. I hope I'm not imposing on you too much."