home. he’s returned. although hes not quite with his grandparents- theres comfort being under the same stars.
those thoughts prevailed. clouding the freedom hes rewarded and he decides to escape from the mischief that was becoming. additionally, he had enough of its drinks. consuming more than he could handle ( but when people yell shots, which poor bum could reject ) huan desired isolation. which skips to the current time- and why he’s walking up a flight of suspicious stairs. the male notices the bold labels. ‘ trespass. off-limits. ’ all mere signs that do nothing more than encourage him. & when he’s faced with two large doors, a lock between them, a scoff spills his lips.
unfortunate for them. the male digs in his sweater pockets, pulling out a small metal rod thats connected to his lanyard of keys. it takes more time that he would like to admit- but that was reasonable for such a luxurious place. plus ... he’s somewhat drunk and thats his justified excuse, okay. though finally there’s a click. & huan doesn’t wait as he pulls open the doors, revealing the hotel’s rooftop. just what he wanted.
open starter.
