[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLmRhNmYzZS5TbTlvYmlCTllXTk1aVzlrLjEA/wanted.regular.png[/img][/center]
[hr]

[color=f7941d]"Yeah, not gonna bother denying it. Pretty ratty of me, huh?"[/color]

John was looking up, staring into one of the overhead ceiling lights. Some moths had gathered around the bulb - apparently they didn't realize it was still light out. Something about this place seemed a little bit overcharged, maybe a little too powerful in comparison to the mundane places he'd been, and it was keeping the smallest creatures from ever ceasing moving. Perhaps it had to do with the number of people playing with elemental magic on a regular basis.

Drago appeared to not be bothering getting up, which was good, because John wasn't feeling particularly energetic at that moment. He flopped backwards onto the floor and placed his hat over his face, crossing one leg over the other. The dances of the moths in the light had brought a tune to his mind, and he found himself quietly humming as the lights played tricks on his eyes between the fibers of his straw hat. Outside the gym, a single, small cloud began to darken slightly in response.

[@Blue Demon]