Distaste settled on the boy’s features, not sparing a single person his malicious expression as he walked along the pavement. It wasn’t like they wouldn’t be doing the same to him regardless. His looks weren’t exactly the easiest to blend in with the crowd.
---Not that he’d want to be a part of the people in the slums. Disgusting. He grimaced at the thought. Pale fingers pulled his black hood over his head and then proceeded to fumble with his pockets in search of the perfect distraction, cigarettes.
Once he finally reached his destination, he’d started on his third. The urgency of the text that had brought him there had him scrambling out of his house. No time to satiate the need burning in the back of his mind at almost all times. Of course he was late, why should he expect anything else. He was quick to pull his phone out and make a quick call to the object of his displeasure.
“Where the hell are you?”
