He's good at finding quiet places with little to no people around that he can be in and collect his thoughts away from the hunger plagues him. Food doesn't rid the hunger, food is like ash in his mouth and does nothing for him. Cursed to this life, being around people with souls that he can see as that is his food source is awful somedays, most days. It's quiet here until there's shattering all around him from him shuffling too close to something and knocking it off. Deer in headlights look meets the seemingly only other person around, @hitfirst, that seemed to be drawn to the sound. ❛ haa . . . shit. sorry? ❜ for making a mess? for making a bunch of noise? for existing here? yeah.
