[ This is—very new, from all the experiences he's had. He's in a room that's far too big for him, with the faint idea that he's been... created to be some sort of toy, or was it a familiar? His thoughts are a little jumbled as he tries to figure out what's going on, and suddenly he realizes he's not alone.
A man with a mask towers over him coldly, speaking with a familiar voice. He looks up, completely uncowed by the height difference and folds his arms. This must be some sort of memory he's experiencing. Alright then. He can go along with it. ]
What are you looking for?
[ It's with a slightly hostile tone that he asks as he tests the man's reaction to being addressed. Would he acknowledge the drifter, or would he be ignored? ]
ii.
A man with a mask towers over him coldly, speaking with a familiar voice. He looks up, completely uncowed by the height difference and folds his arms. This must be some sort of memory he's experiencing. Alright then. He can go along with it. ]
What are you looking for?
[ It's with a slightly hostile tone that he asks as he tests the man's reaction to being addressed. Would he acknowledge the drifter, or would he be ignored? ]