&&.closed
there was just nothing to do today, and everything he had tried to do was just sheer indignation due to apathy. has he tried reading a staying at home? yes. has he tried to watch television? yes -- and the news wasn't not exciting. the same as usual, not many crimes that allowed him to stand in awe. has he tried to read? sure, but that would just make him fall asleep. his goal was to do something proactive, there were no recent calls for any job to be done. of course, this was unusual since he phone would be buzzing; ringing with that annoying tone only to torment his brain whenever a migraine (and no, not migration) had occurred.
he walks outside the city instead.
it snows, no not the first time of the yearly winter, but lightly and covers the ground with it's powder tendencies. wherever he would look, children's mouth were ajar to catch the frozen rain but soon they will be disappointed as their heat had already radiated onto the flakes making them melt in thin air. nice try.
lively as always, 5:32 PM and the sky is dark but not with the lights that begin and captivate the beauty of the place itself. it was not elusive to find a place like this, but growing up here, the environment gives a familiarity back when he was just a child. then again, it never changed. he hoped not, then it'd forget it's charm.
he wasn't sure what to do, but he had noticed the winter's flowers that were stored in front of a lovely, tiny shop. adjusting his scarf, the male's hues stare at the petal's winsome colors-- wait was the shop open? it looked like it were closed from the outside. he shifts just a bit, pretending not to notice.
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