[ he's not alone, though. it's probably shortly afterwards the niklaus might catch the faint clink of metal, the soft sounds of someone humming.
because soysauce is seated at the base of one of the larger trees, lovingly tending to his saxophone. he hasn't had the time or chance to touch it since ending up here, what with the difficult of getting used to the place and the hubbub of the 'fear gas' (that was what it was called, right.) but one can't live in a high-tension atmosphere forever, and soysauce has decided to spend some quiet time in the oxygen gardens -- he's never seen such lush greenery anywhere back home, and it's really quite amazing, sitting amongst all of these plants.
he's clearly not paying attention to his surroundings, sitting there with his open saxophone case lying beside him, slowly cleaning off each part of the dissembled instrument, but he's pretty content. not that he'd mind bumping into someone else, if they happened to approach. ]
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because soysauce is seated at the base of one of the larger trees, lovingly tending to his saxophone. he hasn't had the time or chance to touch it since ending up here, what with the difficult of getting used to the place and the hubbub of the 'fear gas' (that was what it was called, right.) but one can't live in a high-tension atmosphere forever, and soysauce has decided to spend some quiet time in the oxygen gardens -- he's never seen such lush greenery anywhere back home, and it's really quite amazing, sitting amongst all of these plants.
he's clearly not paying attention to his surroundings, sitting there with his open saxophone case lying beside him, slowly cleaning off each part of the dissembled instrument, but he's pretty content. not that he'd mind bumping into someone else, if they happened to approach. ]