I listen to the others while getting on my horse and grab my blades.
I cautiously look around, trying to identify any more changes and how they happen.
"Levi" I say, introducing myself
"Well, I don't know whats going on and I feel nauseous, so imma sit at that bench." I say as I sit there, not even realizing there was someone now beside me.
"Anyway-" I notice my hair is slightly at an angle. "Argh! Not again!" I try and make it symetrical again. "Goddamit, does anyone have a brush before I die?"
"Anyway-" I notice my hair is slightly at an angle. "Argh! Not again!" I try and make it symetrical again. "Goddamit, does anyone have a brush before I die?"