namesnotseen
【✟】- Maneuvering in this city was really difficult, to put it lightly. He didn’t take many subways back home as it is, deciding on walking most everywhere, and now, considering the buildings just...move around on some kind of schedule and in some kind of pattern--the thought was quickly making his head start to hurt and his patience dwindle even faster. Still, he couldn't avoid having little to no bearings on his surroundings forever, so he decided, probably against his better judgement, to venture out from the wet, murky, charming little shit-fest that is District Alpha.
Fortunately, he winded up here in one piece. Well, missing an arm, of course, but that occurred way before he was thrown into the city anyway. It wasn't much different. Still loud and bustling. Something was tickling his neck. Nothing super out of the ordinary--
Wait.
Look, it was just a rogue branch that had snagged itself on his collar, but Gren wasn't aware of that, as he instantly let out a yelp-crossed-with-a-grunt thing, and his hand instantly flew to his neck in desperation of smacking away what ever was intruding on his neck. ❝Fuckin’--fuck! Shit--!❞, a string of profanities sprang fourth from his mouth as he continued this strange, jerky dance of movements in an attempt to free himself; until he finally made eye contact with the stranger that was eyeing him wearily from 5 feet away.
Jacket half-on half-off and his collar at an odd angle as he was still stuck on the branch; his lips tightly pressed together, forming a line, he started the other right in the eyes for a good 10 seconds before speaking. ❝So, uh...H-How long have you been standin’ there?❞
