Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20131214044848/@comment-24012109-20140312194810

Carol sat there, wanting some sort of answer. He didnt care if it was subliminal or an actual response, he wanted something as his head laid on the bench. His hands strummed a small medley, kind of a sad melody, but it had a certain power behind it that snowballed. It was a tender song, since he really didnt think about it.

"Heya youngin. Did I tell ya about my days as a hunter?"

''Carol sat there, listening to his Uncle monologue on about the times when he was young, older than Carol was, but still talking of his youth. They were in his Uncle's mechanic shop, and at that time it was still relatively busy, with his own crew and even a small line of cars waiting outside.''

"Mmm. Id say some of them genes could show themselves in you, youngin. Like, your Dad and all-"

"My...Dad?", At that point, Carol questioned if he had even had a father.

"Aye, Herald. You do take after him, even if he did change...anyway; Let me tell you about the time when me and my team were stuck with several Ursa Majors..."

As Carol came back to his senses, he found a few students simply watching him play his guitar, as he suddenly stopped. They clapped and gave him a small ovation, which made him feel better. However, he had no clue of what he did while he daydreamed.

"Ah..t-thank you...? I'll always be around...?"