a lit joint dangles from his mouth as he wanders AIMLESSLY, the drug having placed him in a calmer state of mind, although he KNOWS it’s sure to fade, the ANGER that lays beneath the surface far too overwhelming to hold back for long. perhaps it’s the temporary tranquility of his mind that brings him to pick up a paper that’s scattered away from the stranger’s belongings. ❛ ---- ya’ fuckin’ dropped this, dude. ❜ a glance is cast down at the piece of art that he holds in his hands, brow arching, mildly impressed ---- which is much more than he usually feels toward another. ❛ did you do this ? ❜
@bornlast
