09-15-2018, 08:34 PM
EDWARD NYGMA
WHAT AM I?
Ed could hear her singing from his house, and stuck his head out of the door, listening lightly. He’d never heard of this song, but he preferred the oldies anyways.
He approached lightly, pulling his shirt collar down. It was a work in progress- he had a white collared shirt made out of dirty scraps now, and his glasses pinned to his new face.
He hummed, "I fill your ears, loud as can be, but I say nothing. What am I?” He smiled lightly with fanged teeth, trying to look nice.
"That’s a... somber song. What’s it about? I personally like old songs.”
He approached lightly, pulling his shirt collar down. It was a work in progress- he had a white collared shirt made out of dirty scraps now, and his glasses pinned to his new face.
He hummed, "I fill your ears, loud as can be, but I say nothing. What am I?” He smiled lightly with fanged teeth, trying to look nice.
"That’s a... somber song. What’s it about? I personally like old songs.”