I looked up and swayed in a thinking manner.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0000FF">"I usually make my own characters. Sometimes I feel like characters I use...well I just feel like I'm doing something wrong or stealing. You know what I mean?"</span></span><br/>I looked down back at Vladimir, I do not know why, but I started to feel a little more at ease. Though to me it was important I didn't let my guard down. I felt like I wanted to hold more of a conversation but I looked around and realized the sun was lower. How long was I here? I didn't feel that long...I smiled at Vladimir.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0000FF">"Um, Vladimir. I must get going...I'm sorry..."</span></span><br/>I kept my head a tad low with a small smile and tipped my hat then stood up. I didn't want to leave not to what I was returning to, but I had little choice.