the number of flavor spots on the bagel wasn’t nearly enough to satiate the immune system of the nearly 30-old-year-old survivor. the number of bites, however, outweighed his ability to create those spots as he walked down that street. nearing on a stomp, he huffed. the annoyance still plagued the mind inducing a headache. Gil, having successfully ruined Simon’s apartment only worsened Han’s day. leaving the apartment grocery-less and barren for all four of its current inhabitants would not be tolerated, and Han was on his way to give that man a piece of his mind about it.
the bagel pit stop, however, wouldn’t be the only detour, it would seem. the sound of stone against stone grated in the ears, along with the dripping noises of a tiny pool of water. the smell, the pure rotten stench of the sewer pulled Han’s curiosities to that sound. Glorious, mold. sewer moldy water. perfect for homebrew kombucha.
though there was a tuft of hair that peaked from that spot, on the ground. hair belonging to a person? as he chewed on the final bite of his bagel, Han tilted his head, already needing an answer for this, he spoke to the other, an old nickname at the tip of his tongue, though he was certain
@greyxw || sewer water color of my tea. burry me out in the lone city. sewer water wash we all down to sea.
wouldn’t appreciate it.
“Wad, is that you?” he shook his head as the chuckles fell from his lips. “Don’t tell me this is your home, now.” he rubbed his hands together to remove the excess crumbs from his now gone bagel, “I can’t wait to tell everyone.” the polite thing to do would have been to offer the old colleague a hand, but given his loyalties, and the loyalties Wade lacked, he didn’t find it appropriate to help pull the man from such a low. heroes, disgusting.
“I’m certain you have an explanation for this, I’m dying to hear it.”
