#ic.mike

The  guise  of  the  optimistic  performer  begins  to  chip  as  the  game  progressed  right  along.  Injured,  yet  none  placed  upon  the  accursed  chair,  leads  to  a  more  bloodied  battle  between  hunter  &  survivor.  Catching  his  breath,  wrapping  his  wounds  with  what  remaining  bandages  they  had,  he  feels  his  heart  begin  to  race.

"  Dunno.  We're  definitely  not  going  to  be  if  we  stay  here.  Get  going,  Aes.  We'll  see  what  happens.  "

Oh how looks can be deceiving. Every word was registered to the young acrobat as it seems like his absentmindedly lets colorful balls roll around in his hand. One gets tossed, then another, forming an oval journey as he juggles two of them in one hand.

" I promise, I'm listening. This is just how I listen. " Catching the items in his hand, he sits up & centers his focus back on the "knight." Mismatching eyes staring at him with a courteous smile. " You're not the only person looking for other people. I think you're going to strike out with me if you think I know anything about you or your sister though. Aside from what you've already shown me, that is. "