█▓ ; ❛sǝlıɥdɐʇɐϽ ɟo ɹǝpɐǝ⅂❜

Do I look like a 

                TOUR GUIDE 

                              ᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ / So qəloʍ  ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

    It was considerably rare, the lack of spray paint smeared along scarred and calloused palms or attire… Pocketing both hands along the depths of ever-present green jacket, the cataphile steadied his gaze along a nearby building, lips separating as if he caught sight of a phenomenon. Adjusting the bag along his right shoulder, Pap approached the building, glancing to the few tourists out and about. He slipped down the alleyway, inhaling shortly as his arm bumped against the surface of the building just behind and attempted to shoulder his bag away, snatching up a spray can, quickly spraying the coined ‘PAP’ against the wall.

  “You don’t know?” He counters, accent weighed heavy upon venom laced tongue. It’s her temperament, gentle dispositions in which coerce his amicable desire to convey reverence. “I will not go on another…. what is it you say– ‘adventure’ for treasure. I say no, you say okay and go away.” He’s lost those bound by allegiance under her fervent desire for knowledge.

    Immaculate countenance, innocence woven by tender smile leaves for his gaze to avert, his intent in withholding disdain in her presence preserved by thinning fiber. “No treasure hunts, Scarlett.” He wound’t forget her name. Not this one…

"Do I look like a tour guide to you?"

    Indie ᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ // ѕσ вєℓσω writer -----

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