Apr 2, 2019
he lets his bag fall to the ground with a thump, eyes gazing around the corridors of his house. it’s strange to think that this is home, the one place he never seems to stay in for more than a few minutes. and the realization comes with guilt at the thought of those he’s left behind, oft neglected in favor of the mission. ❛ hey, mom? --i’m home. ❜ timid is his voice, unusually lacking his enthusiastic boom. // @keymother