@longcentury: low, melodic whistle — almost a constant sound in santa carla, seemingly bouncing from all directions. ghostly laughter follows. he makes himself known, stepping into Ollie’s view still half draped in shadows, sharp and dangerous smile dancing across his features. “I heard you were playing with our food?”
ollie ragebaited david so bad lune made a blog about it
There isn't much of a reaction to the theatrics around her. She already knows its one of them, and she doesn't find any of them particularly intimidating. Ollie chuckles a little when seeing it's none other than the leader. Normally, disputes are uncommon, where they have different...taste preferences, so she knows immediately what he's referring too. Not that she'll admit to that right away.
"Funny, I haven't heard anything. Then again, I heard your band playing last week and my ears started bleeding, so maybe that's got something to do with it."












