hazxki:
⊰☄⊱——————— ;; He couldn’t believe it. All of his possessions could be gone by the end of the night. They concerned him more than the fact that he wore only his pink butterfly and penguin shirt and a pair of boxers as he stood barefoot on the cold concrete of the curb. Only after he sneezed several times in a row did he cast his mind away from his valuable items in his apartment to his own physical health. The cool night was draining the heat from his body fast, and he sniffled, feeling like he was going to break out into tears at any second.
the lack of background noise made the ex-captain happy, to be honest. being forced to listen to limbs splashing on water and whistles almost everyday for god knows how long made him appreciate silence a lot more.
——but wait a moment, was someone crying? well, he nor can anyone else really blame that person for feeling sad, but so much for expecting tranquility or something similar to it.
