@fierydaggers // x
The Archimedes Ward. That’s the name of the sector that Mello had learned was now his home, and he couldn’t say he was partial to the blues and whites that reminded him of a Grecian city. It’s not like he had an issue with it, either -- it just was jarring with his own personal aesthetic. He looked down at what he was wearing, the tight black leather that clung to his small frame, and grimaced at nothing in particular.
Mello already hated this place, and his mood didn’t seem to be improving.
As he wandered he found himself going towards the theater. He was more following the crowd, trying to blend in and assess his surroundings with a clear mind. It was hard to be level headed, however, when there was a distinct rumbling in his stomach. That made him frown even more; the pain felt like a stab in the gut that just reminded him:
Ah, yes. He hadn’t eaten today.
Thinking only about the possibility of chocolate sometime in the near future he kept his eyes on the ground as he walked straight into someone else. He made an undignified sound and fell right on his ass, his legs splaying and his expression morphing into one of extreme disgust. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!”
