#clouded-city

Drifting off to sleep as time past, Tech left the room to return to Greed’s, so that Savage wasn’t cold and confused once she finished her shower. Collecting some pyjamas in her size along the way, he quietly slipped into Greeds bedroom, placing the folded clothes in front of the bathroom door. He knocked softly on the door, not really bothered if it startled Savage or not, “Aurora, I have left some pyjamas that should be suited to your needs in front of the door.” He straightened himself back up, “I’ll be waiting for you here, to escort you to your room.” Walking away from the door, Tech started to unpack some of Greeds boxes, the ones that weren’t clothes, because Greed had to order that shit himself.

He quickly made his way over to her, giving her a big friendly hug as soon as he was close enough, unturned by her dripping clothes. “It’s so great to see you! How've you been?!” “Greed, allow Aur-Savage room to breath. Oxygen is essential for life.” Tech spoke in a stern yet a little sarcastic tone as he removed the kettle from its flame and proceeded to set up the cups. “Oh shit! Right.” Greed carefully let go of Savage, raising his hand to rub the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”  Smiling wide, he laughed softly, “How’ve you been? It feels like forever since I last saw you!"

“Awesome.” He followed next to her, making sure to stay at her pace so he wouldn’t have to deal with the rain any longer. He looked around the continuously flowing crowd of locals and tourists as they tried to dodge puddles, getting caught a little off guard when Sav bumped into him after being bumped herself. “You ok?” Sighing as they continued on to the supermarket, until finally.... They arrived. With a sigh of relief and escape from the rain, he pulled out from under the umbrella with a stretch. “Ahhh.....” Crim paused, warily reaching into his pocket to pulled out a crumbled piece of damp stained paper. “Fuck. Nothing apparently.” The list that Tech wrote was now nothing more that a crumpled pile of a failed arts and crafts project. He sighed, looking back to Sav with a shrug, “Tea, milk and something to eat for dinner. Maybe some take-away? There’s no actual set up at the apartment, so no cooking tonight. You know any good Chinese places? Ooo, and cereal and stuff for breakfast tomorrow.” He said with an awkward smile, trying to hide the fact that the destroyed list wasn’t a good thing.