Updike sighed as he walked into the alleyway, using it as a shortcut. Of course he had to mess up his directions to the bakery somehow. He was usually better at this. -@fatherly-cloud
smoke gives up. should of predicted the lack of ANY thing helpful to be found in a neighborhood as broke as greece.. not even a lick of left-overs in this trashpile. frustration rises as well as hunger, while they tug off their hoodie to tie it around their waist, sitting down to ponder very obnoxiously oversaturated graffiti work.
a tobacco stick gets lit before the bomb is at all aware of bass's fingers doing it.. gnawing onto the cigar subconsciously.
until, an unnatural chill passes. bomb is not one to be disturbed by temperature drops, but, this is too weird. looking up- their body malfunctions, unable to flee..
".... you? the hell you want?"