Ancelin sat in the foyer of the Sin mansion with headphones clasped over her ears. She was currently listening to a mix CD Vincent had made for her, which mostly consisted of alternative rock songs. What was Ancelin doing whilst listening to music? Knitting. That's right, knitting. The young pheasant sin had taken up the hobby once her hands had completely recovered from the accident, but alas, her leg was still in a cast and her other ankle was now in a brace. So she couldn't do much cleaning.
"Common and get your kicks. Cause you don't need the money when you look like that do you honey?" An sang quietly under her breath, completely out of tune. She fluffed out what she was working on quickly before she went back to what she was doing, ignoring the world around her. She wouldn't of known if anyone else was around, not unless they poked her or walked right in front of her.
