Cum peior peius fit ... Ibi semper mane. Ius? Fortunate adhuc esse in crastinum. blown-away-dreams
β β Alexandre escaped a group of angry shopkeepers. Theyβd already distrusted him because of his uniform and looks; and when his nervousness at the distrust caused him to drop something and break it, they chased him.
β β Leaning on a tree; he caught his breath, looking at the ground.
β β β Why does this damn organization always send me to be the errand boy when Iβm not infiltrating a meeting? Dammit. Itβs not fair. They know this town hates how I look; even if they donβt know the truth. β
β β Looking up when a shadow came over his hunched figure; he blinked.
β β ββ¦ Hello?β











