Raven heaved a sigh as he put his weights down. Sitting down on the edge of his bed in sweat pants, he rubbed his face and wiped the sweat off him. Touching the scar on his lip, his eyes had the thousand yard stare. He took in a deep breath before forcing himself to get back up, groaning as he stretched.
Staring in a busted body mirror in his tiny ass room, he flexed a bit as he stared at his muscles.
It disheartened him that he’d probably never be buffer than most guys, but he was still strong. It was enough to fight off people from his experience.
A blue tear shaped necklace hung from his neck as he rubbed a towel on his head. The drifter gently held the tear pendant and kissed it before he tied his hair into a short bun.
“Tomorrow’s a busy day, Nana..” he muttered. “Get a hold of it...”