The air felt crisp and clean as he took a deep breath; almost a little icy yet refreshing as it filled his lungs. It gave him this feeling of relaxation which meant they could only be in one place: home. At least as close to it as they were going to get for the French male. Despite having a large bruise on his left cheek, this is quite possibly the ‘happiest’ Sebastian could be. In the chilly weather with the hope of getting something that he loves. “Non, je ne serai pas votre guide ou quoi que ce soit” He stated, intentionally speaking in French as another seemed to walk towards him.






