Dec 12, 2014
messaging roroing . . .
roroing
What the heck was he supposed to do?
He had no idea where he was, didn't really know the city himself, and definitely didn't know this part of the city. Eventually, he had huddled himself under the awning of a closed bakery, peering out into the rainy street. Rain was one of the few things he didn't like about living here - it was cold. But, that was pretty much okay - he didn't go outside often anyway.
But he had to find a way home somehow. Somehow. But for now - he played a few games on his phone, keeping his head pointed down.
