#2dank

Sat on the edge of the dock near the old music shop 2D could be found, guitar in hand. it was surprisingly quiet for such a nice day, little bit of a shame as 2D enjoyed watching the other islanders play in the waves but still a little quiet wasn’t something the singer was going to complain about. 

Though he supposed he’d spoke just a moment too soon as a sound gained his attention and he turned to eye the tree line behind him, pulling his feet out of the water. 

“’Ello, anyone there?”