After a good night’s rest, Spark Man opened his eyes and sits up, yawning and stretching his arms. It was a crazy night, and although there was still just the tiniest bit of fear for Mikhail, he seemed rather netural with him. After rubbing his eyes the best he could without poking them, he looked around. Where was he again? Oh right, the citel. He’s always so forgetful...
He gets out of bed and stretches his arms again, this time in different positions. Forward, backward, down, back up, and as a finishing touch, tapped his head to make sure there’s still electricity left in him. Once he heard and felt and saw that, he smiled. He was good to go for whatever might happen today.
With that, he walks to the door and bends down to turn the knob with his mouth, which was a bit hard to do, but nonetheless, he opened the door, peeked half of his body through it, and looked around to see if anyone else is up as well.
@we-creators







