#skyrestore

So I'm posting this to let you all know that I will be reducing my time on tumblr for a number of reasons. I will list them off in a moment but just to let you know what this means:

I will still be on tumblr, I will still check in when I can. I will still post memes and reply to threads. The only real difference is that my replies may be sparce and sparatic. Some days I will be on here for hours at a time, but that may end up being rare.

Reasons:

1.) I'm wasting my life being on here like 12 hours a day.

2.) It has created a large riff in my relationship that I am trying to repair before I lose the only person I've ever properly loved.

3.) I NEED TO WRITE DAMN IT.

4.) I have to pack to move and straight after the move I need to find a job and deal with Christmas.

So as you can see it's I'm going to need to reduce my time regardless of wanting to or whatever. I hope you guys all understand. Many hearts and I'll see you around.

For outside/emergency contact: 

kik (Although again I have agreed to spend less time on my phone as well): mycsdivision

skype: lost_goon

Buuuuutttt there's a little hitch. My drafts never saved anything. SO I've lost all my threads. I'm going to look for them but if you have the links please send me them!

Sephyr knocked on the apartment door, having managed to con his way into the building. Over his shoulder he held a backpack and over his torso a hooded top. He waited a moment before knocking again, hoping to get an answer.

Every night for the last three weeks he had driven down there to sit. He didn't know why, but that coffee shop made him feel more comfortable than sitting at home alone all night. It was company without the hassle of having to make friends. Sephyr preferred to watch the people around, rather than interact. 

With the shop being local, Sephyr did his best to keep keep his hood up and around his face, avoiding being recognized. Being a local celebrity wasn't easy sometimes. The staff didn't even know who he was. All they knew was that he was the man that had been in every night who tipped well can was reasonably nice to them. Some of the staff members found him to be fairly creepy, but he didn't mind.

Tonight had been a hard night. He'd known he shouldn't have been out. He wasn't feeling well or happy to start with and efforts to get a hold of friends had proven frustrating. The only one he'd managed to get a hold of had accused him of dwelling on the past, needing to get over it and move on. That certainly hadn't helped his mood. It wasn't like he didn't already know that.

By the time he was completely fed up with the conversation t was just after six AM. He had been trying to keep what was said to himself, but he wasn't certain someone else hadn't heard him. He stood, a hand on his bluetooth headset as he walked by the door.

Sephyr had needed to get out of the house. The walls now had two holes each and he was starting to feel like the windows would be the next to go. He had requested that he be allowed to go to a local car show, as long as Baxter could follow him on the GPS to make sure he just went there and back, no stops in between. Strangely enough the Valet had agreed. 

Now Sephyr strolled along a line of cars, looking over the detailed restoration work on each. He was passionate about cars, something he somewhat resented since it stemmed from his father, but he could deal with it. He was mentally musing on this fact when he happened upon something beautiful.

A fully restored 1931 Chrysler Imperial. The restoration was amazing. He was truthfully blown away. He stopped, and he hadn't really stopped at any of the others. He took a good look at the displayed 'before' photos, whistling in awe. In three of the pictures he saw a man, tall, brown hair and lovely blue eyes. He thought that must have been the mechanic responsible. He turned to look at the car again, spotting the same man from the pictures just beside it.