Post by taiku on Jun 4, 2007 18:28:17 GMT -5
Dark brown eyes was fixed on his guitar as Quinn sat on a bench, strumming a few cords. "Paralyzed by the same old antics..Back and forth like some walking spastic..How can a fistfight be romantic.." He murmured, trying to get the music right. He sighed, his short blonde hair being seen from his grayish-black touqe, his light blue plaid buttoned up shirt swayed gently with his blue jeans. His black runners tapped the ground as he continued...Trying to make this work. His light white ears twitched slightly, his tail swaying gently as he gave another sigh. He wondered where the others were..