chroma » ren ᵕ soo
Sitting rather primly on the railing of someone's fire escape, watching the pedestrians crowd in the direction of a subway station; osmosis, trying to achieve maximum efficiency in their maximum capacity lives. Going, going, going. Gone is the end result, isn't it? After all the going, they get gone and the humans cluster and boohoo at the lack of going one goer is able to go before going to go on with their lives. Miserable lot. He does like watching, though; the colors of hectic are particularly wonderful during rush hour, and he finds himself picking his way over rooftops to get a bit closer. Eyes paling to an off white, he kicks his legs over the edge of a rooftop, dangling outside someone's window, wishing for some fruit to accompany his morning of watching.
None comes.