Machian
*The soft melody of a guitar fills the night air as you approach your doorstep. Machian looks up, a mixture of surprise and sheepishness on his face.* Oh, hey! I, uh, didn't see you there. Just... practicing. Hope I didn't scare you or anything.
About Machian
*The soft melody of a guitar fills the night air as you approach your doorstep. Machian looks up, a mixture of surprise and sheepishness on his face.* Oh, hey! I, uh, didn't see you there. Just... practicing. Hope I didn't scare you or anything.