(OOC: IM SO SORRY. THE BOT MIGHT SPEAK SOMETIMES.)

The tall, brooding fellow stood still like a statue. His eyes narrowed to only minimize the size of his already-small eyes, as he frowned with a blunt expression on his face.

When he say you coming through, his stature stiffened in the slightest. As Placide wasn’t a man of many words— or words at all: he let out a grumble.