⌬ ، ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵ ♞ @videtamare: nͥo'tͫ, sorry. [ sᴜʟʟɪᴠᴀɴ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀs / in a decrescendo below the hymn sung by the clanking air - conditioning unit. “how unpleasant,” is the only thought in his head when he hears the sound, dark eyes scanning over their features once, then twice; a means of identifying the unknown without further scrutiny. “THIS MUST BE THEM.” as he recollected, their name was lucky (though to him, they certainly didn't have enough of it in their life.) joier, overhearing its ring more than once when dillion was present. this, however, was the first time sullivan stood face - to - face with them. though it wasn't directly. dillion had always been taller, & sullivan stood a paltry seven inches below them. craning his neck wasn't any fun, though it helped him understand their struggle just a tad more. ] i came here to see yoͦuͧ.