This is worse || closed/event
If it wasn’t already bad enough he was stuck like this without any contact to Doppio or even figuring what happened to him, things around him were acting fairly strange as well. The day was...well, going by and coming at an alarming rate, only to slow at times or perhaps not.
It was giving him a headache.
Hand clutching his head as he tried to ignore everything that was bringing about a sick feeling, he tried to make his way back to home. Shelter. He needed shelter as fast as possible. How far was the apartment? Shit, it wasn’t safe to go there anyway, there were more people that were a pain there. He’d have to find some place abandoned or something.
Or, an opportunity would present itself.
Looking up, he recognized the house he was standing in front of. Unfortunately. The inhabitant knew of him already, it was ‘safe’ to go inside and hide out. Not that he particularly wanted to though. It was his best bet right now, though. Breathing out a hiss, Diavolo walked up the house steps, opening the door without knocking and entering as quickly as he could.
As soon as he slammed the door shut, he crumpled to the floor, breathing out a relieved sigh. He was away from prying eyes for now, no one was there to stare at him and pick at him.
No one except him of course.
“I’m only here until I hear from my Doppio,” he commented to the shadowy figure across the way, not bothering to look at him.
“Coming here was unfortunately my only option.”