Rock it for me!

Grabbing your shoes, you begin to put them on as you type out the message.

 [ Text ]: that’s alright, i’m walking. should be about ten minutes or so.

Heading off, you put your headphones in and start heading towards the address, walking in step to the music. You’re slightly nervous. It’s always nerve-wracking meeting new people, but what if it’s someone you get that strange familiar feeling with? What if it’s someone you’ve seen in your dreams? Small flashes that scare the fuck out of you? People that run around and fight and yell and sometimes die there and then show up before your eyes?

 You’ll worry about it when you get to it. Like you’ve always done.

You remember him, just in flashes; a cocky grin, a fist pressed the wrong way against his chest. It doesn't go down strange or sour; you can call him comrade.

» Did you really just type out “haha.”?