Would You Like To Hear a Tune?

Being one for dramatics, when the boy leapt on to his back suddenly, he let out a not so emasculate shriek and nearly fell forward on to the ground. His suit was in jeopardy from getting stains from mud and grass, and it was in the nick of time that Poor Conductor regained his balance and let out a shaky laugh.

Roulette Boy beamed, blue liquid seeping from his wide smile. He entry dusted Poor Conductor off as well, he may be a mindless monster but still was a child and had a need to see that his current caretaker was alright.

"That you did... I take it you want that certain something I promised you, right?"  Not wanting to upset the child with an empty promise, Poor Conductor reached up to his left eye and plucked the monocle off of his face. He blinked hard, unused to removing it- and unused to the sudden blurred vision he had to suffer in that eye without the monocle to clear it up.

Poor Conductor gets hit by lighting

"Oh! Oh dear me!" Poor Conductor scurried on over to the childish form of Chef and crouched down, worriedly. "What happened? Was it one of those spells?"

Poor Conductor could hear the small footsteps, careful not to reveal where he was by making any noise. Chancing a peek out of his spot, he leaned out from behind the large grave, looking to see if Roulette Boy was nearby.

Roulette Boy cast his gaze over the grounds, crawling out into the grasses beyond the graves, “Mister Conductor,” he sang out, i’s fun to add in a sense of impending doom in his playmates. He was do enveloped in his mindless ecstasy that he hadn’t noticed the light.

Being one for dramatics, when the boy leapt on to his back suddenly, he let out a not so emasculate shriek and nearly fell forward on to the ground. His suit was in jeopardy from getting stains from mud and grass, and it was in the nick of time that Poor Conductor regained his balance and let out a shaky laugh.