#neval

Neval waved at his brother from his spot on the park bench when he saw him approach. “Hey bro,” He said, closing up the copy of the Wakefield Gazette that he’d been reading. The youngest Kilik would say that his days were getting so boring that he had resorted to it, but Neval had his motives. “I think I’ve decided that I need a job, if I’m going to stay here. But...no one has a marketing firm around here unless you go to the city. Could Ela have picked a more middle of nowhere town?” ( @qvietwhispers )