(MH) His mouth never quite ceased moving - they were quite occupied with quiet mutterings to his shoulder-perched friend. "So, Gilbird..."
"What should we do today? Take a walk? Maybe I should make some friends, Gilbird."
He was apparently oblivious to the rest of the patients in his similar ward.
((For the not countr- I mean, Sealand. ))
((IHATEYOUSOMUCH))
(( You love me. Everyone does C:. ))
Peter had been staring at the albino man for a while, and yet, he still completely ignored him and continued to talk to this... erm...
'Gilbird'. Finally, he tugged on the man's shirt, asking "Hey mister...? Why are you talking to yourself?"
Said man turned with a jerk. "I'm not talking to myself," he snapped irately. "I'M TALKING TO GILBIRD."
A jab to his own shoulder. "AND HE'S RIGHT HERE."
"You named your shoulder?!" He tilted his head, confused. "That's silly!! Ahaha!"