But the fire is coming, so I think we should run.

“Uh, well there kinda is no other way down so, here we go!” he says, shrugging and concentrating on the chair below before finally moving off the roof. While everything was perfectly calculated in Alfred’s head, the actual practice did not go completely as planned. He landed on the chair, sure, but he didn’t count on it tilting forward so much he lost balance. Fortunately, he caught himself just in time before his face planted firmly against the floor, one hand firmly holding him up, the other having bent rather awkwardly as he had crashed, “Holy shit.”

“Wait! I could probably go get a ladder or something to- Don’t jump damn it!” She cringed at the sound of his body hitting the floor after the chair tilted forward, “Shit shit shit!” She stuffed the plane in her bag then ran over and got the chair out of the way, “Are you alright?! Wait, of course you’re not, you just jumped off a fucking roof!” She noticed his arm bent awkwardly, “Please don’t tell me your arm normally does that and it’s not broken…” Monika got down on her knees to help him sit up, being extra careful not to hurt him even more, “God damn it this is all my fault…” 

A searing pain went up his forearm when it bent awkwardly on impact, causing him he whimper and hold his arm up a little. There was no crack, at all, just throbbing pain on his left arm so much he barely noticed Monica had helped him sit up, it wasn't only until she blamed herself that he spoke up, "Fuck, no, this isn't your fault, it was an accident," he says, wincing several tmes as he tries to press his injured forearm to his chest, "I'm okay, it looks fine it didn't break... I think," his voice raises into a pitch higher than usual as he tries to feel around the area that hurt, "Ow, ow! It hurts, fuck, fuCK!"

She nodded, “I will!” Moinka then noticed he was scooting a little closer to the edge making her nervous once again, “You’re not planning on jumping off are you?”

“Uh, well there kinda is no other way down so, here we go!” he says, shrugging and concentrating on the chair below before finally moving off the roof. While everything was perfectly calculated in Alfred’s head, the actual practice did not go completely as planned. He landed on the chair, sure, but he didn’t count on it tilting forward so much he lost balance. Fortunately, he caught himself just in time before his face planted firmly against the floor, one hand firmly holding him up, the other having bent rather awkwardly as he had crashed, “Holy shit.”

"I cried for at least an hour after watching Toy Story 3."

"I saw a homeless man named Rich."

"What the fuck's a G-Spot?"

"Just because you're fucked up doesn't mean I am too."

"My life's about three things; getting money, getting pussy, and the Dewey Decimal System!"

"Dicks and vaginas are like Coke and Pepsi. Most people prefer one or the other, but my dad thinks they taste the same."

"You should try it. You might like it."

"You think you know everything, but you don't know anything at all."

"S/he hates you, I know s/he does, s/he fucking hates you!"

"I want to beat you to death with a blunt object!"

"I'm offensive and creative like handicapped porn."

"Rosa Parks didn't call shotgun!"

"These thoughts of mine must be a sign that I'm #deep."

"If the world is my oyster, then I must be allergic to shellfish."

"I love the fact that you're dumb enough to not realize everything I've said has been said before."

"You look like Jackson Pollack's easel."

"I've got a fake mustache and a fake ID."

"Magic isn't real--- read a book."

"You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect."

"Trust me, perfect should try to be you."

"If you want love, the love's gotta come from you."

"Boo to the nice girls, praise be to slut-fucking."

"If Jesus can walk on water, can he swim on land?"

"If life gives you lemons, you probably just found some lemons."

"Let's fuck in the woods."

"She's a whore with a capital H."

"My whole family thinks I'm gay."

"Their little girl is in love."

"How could love be wrong?"

"Laughter is the best medicine---besides medicine."

"Love is like porn, minus all the things that makes porn cool."

"Am I the only fucking person here who likes soda?"

"How did I do it? Well, like a tampon thief, I had to pull some strings."

"There's other people, you selfish asshole!"

"Maybe I'll grow out of it."

"I know it's bad, kid."

He was in a cabin without a partner, most likely, like most of the community. A quick peek at the cabin list was the solution to finding this mysterious Kiku Honda, the man he’d awkwardly met some time ago and was procrastinating in getting him what he had asked for before his last run. 

The cloth was gray, though it was new, Alfred had found an unused set of four micro fiber clothes and was now bringing them to Kiku per request.

After a couple of days of holding on to the cloth, he finally sought the courage to face him once again. More than anything, though, it was curiosity on what he was using a microfiber cloth for, It really wasn’t like people cleaned much, at least he didn’t.