Klonoa slowly steps through the city, an uneasiness to his movements. With Luta off hunting treasure of his own, he's left to his own devices, wandering around the cobble steps as the oppressive silence rings through him like a negative-form of gong.
For the first time in a while, Klonoa feels really, truly alone.
He's never felt right here... but then, that isn't really news. The problem is that the stillness is giving his mind room to wander, and with the spooky environment, it isn't landing on very pleasant things. Kuja.. the past... some of the things he can remember. Klonoa exhales slowly, his ears drooping a bit more than usual as he decides that he can't keep looking out in the empty streets anymore. Or.. was that his idea to begin with?
He's feeling so disconnected right now. From other people.. from himself. He puts a hand on the door, almost without realizing it, as he pushes through and steps inside...
Go for it. Klonoa's false memory grandpa.
For the first time in a while, Klonoa feels really, truly alone.
He's never felt right here... but then, that isn't really news. The problem is that the stillness is giving his mind room to wander, and with the spooky environment, it isn't landing on very pleasant things. Kuja.. the past... some of the things he can remember. Klonoa exhales slowly, his ears drooping a bit more than usual as he decides that he can't keep looking out in the empty streets anymore. Or.. was that his idea to begin with?
He's feeling so disconnected right now. From other people.. from himself. He puts a hand on the door, almost without realizing it, as he pushes through and steps inside...