#queenofrocket

[Salutes]

It was one of those days, oh yes a weekly routine he follows. Emmet storms to Nacrene City. Alone. Thats right, without his brother. He left the tiny yet vicious preschoolers to occupy to train, knowing those little sticky faces will beat up any trainer to come before it is his turn.

He shivered at the thought. The pain, oh the horror, oh the humiliation a challenging trainer would face while fighting against his little army. 

Emmet swiftly navigates right, left, left, right, left..... It was an odd pattern he followed considering his destination only needed a simple right turn near the City's entrance. He stopped at the unfinished train tracks near the edge of the city and crouched down. Reaching out for the wooden rail, he swiped at the mud stained tracks. It was uneven which bothered him. It was like this every time he came to Nacrene City. Uneven. Dirty. Random unwanted weeds sprouting between the tracks. He rubbed his thumb and index finger squishing the mud, further staining his bleached white gloves. Emmet would definitely get a scolding for this. 

It wasn't like he really did anything. He didn't try to fix the crooked tracks or pull the weeds. Every week he would crouch near the tracks and stare at them for long periods of time before finally returning to the subway. It wasn't exactly clear on why he does this, but he does.