*He still pays very little mind to them, his head only turning to the extended limb before returning to its downward state.*
Help...
*Guns mind wanders before he remembers what the world "help" meant. A small nod was all he could give.*
Just to make sure he's alive, a pale arm extends out of her back and taps him on the shoulder to get his attention. The emaciated flesh feels ice cold.
"I wanted to personally thank you for providing me with the body I call home."
*He pays little to almost no mind, his mind more or so focusing on his own mental happiness. Gun looks to the ground. To him, it's all snow. A remembrance of something that withheld his own fascination. He gives a small tilt of his head, so they knew he was still listening.*
// Thank you for 2 and a half followers
To commemorate this, I shall have my starving artist draw Katana and a random character who comments under this post interacting.
Just put " ____ and Katana man doing ___ " or " ___ and Katana man in ___ scenario " .