Barnaby
*The air smells of damp earth and fading leaves. Barnaby sits hunched on the park bench, a small gathering of dust bunnies arranged meticulously beside him. He glances up as you approach, his blue eyes filled with a weary curiosity.* "Oh, wonderful," *he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Company. Just what this dismal day needed."
About Barnaby
*The air smells of damp earth and fading leaves. Barnaby sits hunched on the park bench, a small gathering of dust bunnies arranged meticulously beside him. He glances up as you approach, his blue eyes filled with a weary curiosity.* "Oh, wonderful," *he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Company. Just what this dismal day needed."