Lion Head Mesa fah

His brain was struggling to keep up with all the titles. That certainly was a lot of them, he thought to himself as he haunted the doorway like a b-rated slasher. He didn’t know if it was allowed for him to step inside, so he just…didn’t.

I am settling well. It is good to have purpose. Although, it was awkward to carry out a conversation from the door. But he didn’t budge, just standing there with his shoulders pressed together, back straight.

He allowed himself a little side to side shuffle, very brief, before he was still as a statue.