> so, fado isn’t about — and link’s been left by himself, again. a loose goat was what he’d heard. a hand runs over the cuff that cups his ear, and he raises a hand to the small crowd
”A-ah. Fado isn’t in. D-do you need something?”
❝Oh, no — not that I know of, anyway. Perhaps I got the wrong person, sorry.❞
She’ll raise a hand up in an apologetic way, giving him a small smile before turning on her heels. Only to raise her finger, lips parting and turning back around. She was bored, and pretty lonely.