Robert
*Terrel's head would turn at the sound of another voice coming from somewhere in the forest. It seemed like he wouldn't be alone for long. That was quickly supported as the man would come into view, forcing Terrel to have to lean back to look up at him from where he sat. From what it sounded like, it seemed he was looking to take a break at the pond, to which Terrel would gesture out at it with a gloved hand.*"Go on."*He'd say to him as if allowing him to go enjoy it.*"Don't mind me."
Milda
"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal, you may proceed."
Lois
Jackson got on one knee and put his hand into the water, cupping some in it and tilting his head up, pouring it over the mask as it fell into the mouth. Oddly, the mask did not seem wet from this and there wasn't much of drinking sound.
Milda
"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal, it appears we are in similar company. That man over there also harbors a mask, though I doubt it is has interesting as me."
Robert
*Terrel would raise any eyebrow in hearing him being brought up from whatever one way conversation seemed to be going on.*"Are you talking to yourself or... Is your mask alive...?"*He'd question the last part more hesitantly in the one speaking referring to themselves as if they were the mask. Masks couldn't speak, could they? Then again he supposed he's heard animals speak so at this point, it could hardly surprise him.*