Sun Rises
@sushkabob
Could it be you’re actually making a friend?
It certainly feels that way as you activate your wristband transportalizer, happy to have saved his coordinates earlier. You must look awful, hair a mess, bags under your eyes, four hoodies stacked on each other to keep you warm in the winter air of your current town. You hope he doesn’t mind too much, you can’t kick the nagging feeling that you always have in the back of your head, whispering that you always need to look your best, always need to have people approve of you.
You sling your guitar over your shoulder before zapping over, the first thing that escapes you is a yawn as you look around the now somewhat familiar home.
“...Joseph? I’m here.”








