up to you.
recent events had proven that today, in fact, was not his day. from fucking up his laundry ( don’t ask how, he doesn’t know ) to running into strangers on the streets, today was pretty much shit.
the streets weren’t packed so he walked with ease. the man allowed his mind to drift from his current location to his dinner plans for that night. chinese? or maybe pizza? hands dug and searched his jacket pockets for his phone - fingers clasping the device before jerking it from its confines carelessly. there’s that one restaurant down the street but what’s-
the painful collision with another side sent the device flying from his hand. a sound of surprise left his lips, followed by a wince as the sound of his phone meeting the ground reached his ears. “shit shit shit shit...” hook hadn’t even thought to aplogize - too worried about the phone he had just got possibly being shattered.
quickly, the man crouched and snatched the fallen device from the ground - relieved to find the screen spared. fingers moved to press at the home button, furiously tapping but met with no response. “are you serious?” just his luck.
( ↺ : // target locked ☉ @blckdata ) ; WILL IT SURVIVE?
