Testing a rusty voice, not looking for a game

[anarkh]

Ah, mun! I-I haven't seen you in so long...I guess something must have reminded you. It's okay, I'm just happy to be out for a little bit. Um, y-you don't think...people will be afraid of me here, do you?

I d-don't want to...f-frighten anyone.

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[ittybittyspace]

You were a bell-ringer. [he corrects him and pokes Quasi's nose.] Stick with me and you can be anything you put your mind to.

Well, maybe not everything. There are a few provisos, a couple of quid pro quos, limitations of sorts. [Right, he should probably help the poor fellow up, shouldn't he? He extends his hand down to the fallen bell-ringer and smiles.]

What's your name, kid? Where you from? What am I working with here?

[anarkh]

B-But...I like ringing the bells. [he finally smiles, a little nervously, as he's helped up] I'm Q-Quasimodo. Who are you, monsieur?

[WHAT are you, for that matter]