These last few weeks have been... trivial, to say the least. Though everyone didn’t seem in any frenzy or panic after the events at the ball, there were still whispers going about. It scared Harper, to think word go get out and possibly spread to an unwelcome ear.
He’s keeping his head low, and his hood up for the time being, from everywhere he goes that’s beyond his apartment door. Even trying so, there were still some complications here and there.
Today was rather gusty, winds billowing in from the East side of the island. Harper’s trying to keep both hood and face down, braving the winds so he could go pick-up some things from town. But fate, had another idea in store for him. Without good peripheral vision, he couldn’t have seen the other come across his way. His elbow bumps into the passerby, his hand knocking back and sending his hood flying back.
“ A-Ah--! I’m s-so sorry, m-my bad. ” A weak glance being casted upwards to... well, a pretty unfamiliar face. That’s a relief.
@volantius
