Hark: *jumps startled, and scrambles pulling his mask on his face*

(-_- )

Rp down bellow now

Hark: *tilts his head at Halo* are you alright?

Hark: hello there.

Hark: *says nothing, but looks at her*

Hark: *snaps out of it* sorry miss.

Hark: *looks at her* hello.

Hark: Well. Mikey stopped by, but he had to leave for his wedding.

Hark: *digs his foot in the dirt* can't.

Hark: I don't want to drag you down with me, go ahead.

Hark: as long as you're sure. *walks to the kitchen* tea?

Hark: *makes some tea* *hands her a cup* *removes his mask to drink*

Hark: *tenses up with his mask off, but drinks his tea*

Hark: *this appears to make him more tense*

Hark: *tension goes out a bit* not your fault.

Hark: *chuckles* *looks at her* it's not your fault, I'm not exactly.. comfortable with my face.

Hark: *swishes his tail around* *slightly bitter, although he appears to be trying to make a joke* a healthy one eyed dog with a lizard tail and pig feet.

Hark: *chuckles* thanks *finishes his tea*

Hark: *looks at his mask but leaves it on the table*

Hark: so what have you been up to?

Hark: I've been trying out songwriting

Hark: *nods*

Hark: *his eyes trail to a little box hidden under the sofa*

Hark: *looks up suddenly* I forgot.

Hark: I forgot without my mask you can see where I'm looking.

Hark: well I don't want to keep you wondering. It's nothing too personal anyhow. *pulls out the box* *opens it* *the box contains a photo of two older creatures looking similar to him, and three younger ones. It also contains a squished flower and several poems and songs*

,

Hark: *snorts* if you could call it a home, then yes. *gestures to the poems and songs* wrote those recently.

Hark: *shivers, his pupil shrinks* definitely not a home.

(Gtg)