#wshedopen

kit stumbled through the quad, his clothes all disheveled and his body smelling pungently of various types of alcohol. he slipped out of his shoes, leaving them in their spots as if they were ghostly reminders of where he came from. “so what the fuck…” he continued singing obnoxiously as he continued on the cobblestone path. he wasn’t even aware that he wasn’t at his apartment. “….happened to us?” kit continued to croon as he flopped down onto the bench, letting out a whimper of pain as his head hit the wooden panels.