wingspan
@umhyebin
it's not the top, not anything close. behind him stands another seven floors stacked up, staggered for modern times’ sake and to serve as a humble reminder of a humbling status. he’s nothing special, wants a sort of nothing that is anything but special, but the view makes all the difference. even if it only lasts for a handful of minutes, each time.
a cool breeze brushes by, thin with a hint of a balmy morning dew that should’ve evaporated off the windows hours ago. in a city this loud, this burgeoning, the quiet that sits here feels like a newfound revelation.
he idly toes a stomped out cigarette that isn’t his, hands in his pant pockets. mid-morning and the sun is half-shrouded by a passing cloud, otherwise clear for as far as the eye can take in the stretch of blue sky. haeil looks this way and that around the rooftop, no padded feline steps to be seen or heard.
“did you chase him away again?”