#deimosea

He was always the type who ended up sleeping in odd places, or rather, he’d have quickly gotten used to that in his years of living as a homeless man. What might’ve been more odd for those who were not familiar with his habits, to pass by him would be to spot a man with one arm supporting his head against the concrete, the other twisted behind his back, and his legs propped up as if he were ready to rise at a moments notice.

It was without a doubt, an unusual sight, one that as the dark haired man stirred awake with a shiver he seemed to be unaware of. A yawn sounding from his mouth, as blue eyes blinked open, he’d deadpan to find that someone had been staring at him and would question said individual from where he shifted to be sitting on the ground half awake. “Can I help you?”

                 he was in pain, the right side of his head still throbbing from the night before and as much as grace TRIED HIS BEST to ignore the dull ache casting over his cranium, he just couldn’t do it anymore--- in all honestly, he deserved the rough gesture from the police man, but damn he never imagined they would be allowed to hit his head off the hood of the car so hard, if grace stumbled across the car again he’d be sure to look out for the DENT his head must have made in the metal. but damn he needed something to numb this pain.