(MH) His mouth never quite ceased moving - they were quite occupied with quiet mutterings to his shoulder-perched friend. "So, Gilbird..."

[Mental Hospital - Open if you'd like to join dumbass me 8'D] mutters beneath his breath quietly, tugging at the sheets with a frown.

(OOC) ANYONE UP FOR RP? WITH THE CAPSRAPING ORESAMA-shot off the face of earth.-

(OOC) OH WHAT THE HELL PLURK DON'T COCKBLOCK ME IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FRIENDING SPREE.