[Pitch could feel someone following him, but chose not to acknowledge it, fro now. Pitch knew when someone was sneaking around. He did it himself after all, for millions of years.
But he folds his hands behind his back and rolls his shoulders. He takes in deep breath and exhales through his nostrils, smiling.]
no subject
But he folds his hands behind his back and rolls his shoulders. He takes in deep breath and exhales through his nostrils, smiling.]
Did you need help, child?