He packs up a small suitcase and his backpack, folding and tucking away clothes and his few personal belongings, including the now empty fishtank. He'd have to buy some more fish for that at some point.
He was only packing up because his current place of residence was due to be knocked down, there's only so long you can hide out in an abandoned warehouse and it seemed time was up.
He had yet to find somewhere else to live however he'd managed before when he didn't have somewhere to stay and he'd just shacked up with whoever would let him into their house for long enough. It had worked out well enough.









