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message 51:
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The Outsider (Whales or Whatever)
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Jan 19, 2015 10:57PM

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He blinked up at The Ancient, tilting his head before letting out a soft hum, "Why don't you sing for us Shaid? It seems like a nice way to pass the time." he asked.
"If you sing, I will too? What else is there to do?" he asked. He himself didn't think singing or any form of musical entertainment was embarrassing, and so he was very confused as to why Shaid would get so flustered.
"Whatever you feel comfortable singing. I could request a musical instrument for personal reasons. Though it'd have to be a secret between the three of us" he replied.
<< Yoooooutube~ Or soundcloud. Any song really. I have a few ideas for Azusa's song >>
He ordered a cello down to the room discreetly, waiting.
He ordered a cello down to the room discreetly, waiting.
He glanced at him, I might just call Kurloz in... I'm not sure If I like the thought of singing in front of anyone.. he thought.
Azusa left along with him, taking the touch screen device off of the door and putting it in his pocket.
The transportation pad buzzed with activity. A small spark showing up before the silent mime like clown looking demon prince poofed in. He fell on his behind, Ow. he thought, rubbing his back in slight discertainty. Where in the flippity motherfuck was he?
he blinked, glancing back at him, Oh. It's you. Ok. That makes some sense. he thought to him as he stood up a little shakily, still slightly drunken from the slime he had tasted a bit earlier.. which was a bit of an understatement.
<< What's his human appearance? >>
He raised an eyebrow, rubbing his head, Not that the slime ain't the most wicked of wicked shit, but my head is all kicken the totally unwicked shit. he thought to him.
He raised an eyebrow, rubbing his head, Not that the slime ain't the most wicked of wicked shit, but my head is all kicken the totally unwicked shit. he thought to him.
He raised a styrophome cup to his mouth, sipping the faygo that it was filled with. Which was basically like alcohol to him. Oh. That's all up and making sense. he replied.
<< wow. >>
He tilted his head, Nah. You just gotta up and do whatever feels right ya know? And if that happens to be feelin all like a tree guy, than you do that. he replied with an approving nod.
He tilted his head, Nah. You just gotta up and do whatever feels right ya know? And if that happens to be feelin all like a tree guy, than you do that. he replied with an approving nod.