A heavy, rumbling voice came over towards Rick from one of the comfy chairs on the 4th Floor. There was no telling how long Sephiroth had been sat there, watching people come and go. Watching Rick re-fix fallen flyers into new positions.
He'd come down a while ago from the 5th Floor with a no-lighter heart, but a much cooler facade. The piece of paper with his own copy of the message on was strewn across his lap, creased immensely from the compulsive screwing-it-up-then-opening it again.
[Floor 4 Lounge?]
A heavy, rumbling voice came over towards Rick from one of the comfy chairs on the 4th Floor. There was no telling how long Sephiroth had been sat there, watching people come and go. Watching Rick re-fix fallen flyers into new positions.
He'd come down a while ago from the 5th Floor with a no-lighter heart, but a much cooler facade. The piece of paper with his own copy of the message on was strewn across his lap, creased immensely from the compulsive screwing-it-up-then-opening it again.