PAINTED WINGS / OPEN

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Much to his dismay and embarrassment, he has ran faster than he'd ever run towards the chello. Poor Advay thought perhaps for a moment...that it was Moksha, playing one of his favorite string instruments, after his bass acoustic, of course. He'd even run straight through the street without his layers, in nothing but a tank top and a pair of jeans. He came around the corner with such a hopeful look on his face, and the horrible transition of his heart shattering and his face falling was all too evident.

He desperately wished for his scarf, or perhaps that he didn't come running into the shop, face red and desperation written across his entire body posture and face. "I-I..." He swallowed, turning his face down slightly to avoid them seeing the disappointed tears in his eyes. Damn it, he knew Moksha wasn't here, why did he get so excited? Moksha was in Flintlock. He instead leaned up against the wall, hugging himself. "Y-you play nice, I-I-I-I, uh-um I kn-know a-g-g-guy who pl-plays c-chell-l-lo, u-um y-you m-m-m-might li-like him..." It was at this point that his dogs caught up to him, yipping and jumping up at him, assuming his full on sprint had been a game.