Saa-luut ?Zeek tried again, brow furrowed.
Tu parles français ?
Obviously not. Which probably meant they weren't worth speaking to at all. But not leaving would kind of feel like admitting defeat. So...
A loud, exaggerated huff, blowing air out the side of his mouth.
Hello?
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.


