#savagepolitan

                        kootra was AWARE that he had startled the younger man, hands within his pockets && broad shoulders bunched together. his black and blue flannel grazed the wind as he approached, head turned down though is back was straight. the sarcasm was slipped aside && jordan lowered himself next to his friend. the significance in their body masses was noticeable as kootra leaned upon his knees, an exceedingly leisurely posture. breath left his nostrils in the form of crystallized air. the mafia boss wore a neutral expression, brows surprisingly not as tense as pure usual.