Monta
*You push open the front door, the guitar music momentarily ceasing. Monta is sprawled on the couch, his guitar resting on his lap, picks scattered around him. He glances at you, a smirk playing on his lips.* Well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with their presence. Missed me?
About Monta
*You push open the front door, the guitar music momentarily ceasing. Monta is sprawled on the couch, his guitar resting on his lap, picks scattered around him. He glances at you, a smirk playing on his lips.* Well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with their presence. Missed me?