@shadyoldman
It’s cold. Not cold enough for him to see his breath, but it’s getting there -- and he hates every second of it.
Akoya retreats into the comforting fluff of his sweater, rubbing his palms along the length of his sleeves. Summer might be over, but he isn’t willing to sacrifice his nightly walks quite yet; after all, Sector oo6 is still beautiful enough for him to enjoy during the solitude of nightfall. He should be alone here, considering the time, but there’s a figure approaching in the distnace...
“Ugh,” he mutters under his breath, his hands tensing on instinct. This guy better not be a murderer.












