These streets were so lively.

Jesus fucking christ //sends you actual paper

He had lifted his head after a small bit of time had passed. “Oh.. yeah… here.” Cloryn slowly shoved the silverware under the door. It didn’t look like he had eaten much however, only half the bowl.

Cloryn’s eyes widened slightly, and his small, pale and scarred hands reached by the metal door to grab it and he looked up, managing a faint smile. “Thank you.. you can go now… I don’t wanna get you in trouble or anything.”

“Imprisoned on your birthday….you poor thing.” He frowned. “I’ll get you out of here one day. Give you a home or something… You don’t deserve this. No one does.” Dacey shook his head.

Dacey frowned. “We don’t know that Cloryn.” He sighed. He ran his hand through his hair.

“…I don’t know.” He stared down. “The way this place is now..? I don’t think I even have family anymore. I don’t even think there’s much of the population left..”

Dacey tapped his fingers against the metal door. “..Are you finished with the food? I need the tray and the bowl and spoon back.”

He had lifted his head after a small bit of time had passed. “Oh.. yeah… here.” Cloryn slowly shoved the silverware under the door. It didn’t look like he had eaten much however, only half the bowl.