Mime of the MacabreDing... ding... ding...Mime of the Macabre
The young man adjusted his tie awkwardly. He tentatively scanned the elevator around him, careful not to catch the eye of the stranger next to him.
Ding!
The young man gasped loudly and almost fell backwards as the elevators doors calmly opened. The stranger raised an eyebrow at him before strutting out the elevator into the busied offices.
The young man clutched his heart, “I must calm down,” he murmured to himself as the doors closed and the elevator started to move once more, “I don’t want Uncle Berkley to... actually, he already thinks I’m weird.
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I may not be liked by everyone, but atleast I am true to myself. ^__^
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Witty closing remarks have been replaced by massive head trauma and severe hemorrhaging. - Nny
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"Noodles are so irresponsible!"
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