Post by lotus on Sept 9, 2008 21:07:01 GMT -6
Kimblee sat alone in a room at the Devil's Nest. He yawned, and he glanced at his nails. His hand were his alchemimetic pride, and he had to take care of them. He had nice nails, slightly pointed but not badly, and he slowly reclined his head back onto his chair. He wondered where everyone else was, but he was far too lazy to get up and go look.
