#socialgenius

Liam had a habit of getting lost. Well, more like the angel was prone to being completely clueless in new areas, and sometimes even old areas. He never liked having to readjust to places, but it came with a hunter's life, and therefore came with Liam's life, since he had to be around one all the time. Normally, he just stayed put until told to do otherwise, but he'd been so anxious to get out and walk around.

So, he did.

And of course he got lost.

It was embarrassing really. He was supposed to be back at the motel, but really, it was stupidly hard to find it. And Liam didn't really know how to ask for things all that well, let alone directions. So, he was camped out against a wall, leaning against it and thinking that maybe if he could remember where his friend had run off to, that he'd be able to find the motel. But neither were coming to him. 

Looking helplessly confused and lost, he pursed his lips and looked up at the dark clouds hovering above, promising rain.

{ C r a c k l e }

And soon, apparently. With rain pouring down in sheets now, he dashed into the nearest door, colliding with someone who was dry and coming out of the same entrance. A grunt left him when he landed on the ground -- And still in the rain. 

"I apologize, I should've been payin' attention t' where I was goin'." He rubbed at his back, sitting up and looking at the person he'd ran into. "Are you alright?"