Phantom Hollow slow news day

He knew he sounded like an idiot when he spoke, or at least that's how he felt. If he could go through life without speaking a word then he would be happy; that thought roused in him some off-putting humor, remembering the days where he would rally against his enemies with his screeching and his screaming, putting up a verbal fight more often than any other. And now here he was, wishing only for silence.

Ah, but she understood enough. And the offer to help him split his lips in to a small, smile, shy but happy with the effort. Tank-yoo, he murmured, and began to slip away from her. If she needed more information - or if she stopped him for any reason - he'd oblige her, but he really wanted to find his friend and couldn't waste any more time.