[sub][h3]Sigurd Lukotta[/h3][/sub]
[hr]Once his consciousness finally clicked back on, Sigurd's eyes snapped open into a glare his lingering drowsiness creating marks underneath his eyes and transforming his normal stare into a persistent, irritated glare. Not that he was actually annoyed by anything. He was just trying to get a hold of the situation. Everyone was passed out, and he had no recollection of going onto a train in such an uncomfortable position: Sigurd had been deposited into the back corner's seat, his one arm flung up against the wall, and the other pinned behind his back. It looked especially odd because of his neat appearance.

Coming to terms with the fact that he was probably drugged, Sigurd took a glance up at the skylight above as he massaged his arms, which had fallen asleep at that point. [i]Looks good,[/i] he thought to himself as he stood up and looked through the door of the car behind them. The few that were beginning to wake up were panicking or straight-up confused. He stared at that scene for a few moments. [i]... Looks bad.[/i]

On the other hand, the car that he was currently in was silent, save for the sounds of breathing. The sound of breathing... They're all asleep and their breathing is really... soft i love this sound and wait they're all passed out [i]it should be fine if i justtouchsomeofthemforamomentortworightmaybejustsmellthemforafewmoments theyprobablywon'tmindthey'renotawakerightnowiwon'tdoanythingweird ijustthey'reallsobeautifulandiwanttotakeintheirsmellandthat'sperfectlyokay it'sokayit'sokayi'lljuststopwhensomeonestartswakingup--[/i]

He sat down, almost a bit hastily, and slowly scooted closer to the person next to him, gently hugging their arm. With his height, their shoulder was right next to his face. Nesting up close, he took a deep breath and his deadpan expression bloomed into a loose smile. Losing any semblance of self-control, Sigurd quickly became absorbed in whatever it was he was doing.