@vvenganza
Wiping the seat from his brow, he sighed. This city was a mess; exploring it was getting exhausting. At least he wasn’t alone; Jacklyn remained loyally perched on his shoulder. It wasn’t until he realized she was staring at a figure in the shadows did he stop.
“... Didn’t see you, there.” He says, cursing internally as his Murkrow left his shoulder to sit on a nearby phone line. “That outfit must be warm.”
... Not like he had room to talk.










