Enemy, Sweet Enemy
@furtheststxr
Atem walked the streets alone rain starting to fall. Wonderful, his hair was going to be untamable by the time he got home. He hadn’t the forethought to bring an umbrella or a coat with a hood on it. He should head back, but Malice’s voice was still ringing in his ears. So walking it was. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, there was a chill in the air blowing off the docks which Atem was actively avoiding. He had been since he returned from the afterlife. He turned a corner and body checked someone which was strange considering it was raining and no one really ever walked around here a night. Well the gangs, but Malice had given them a clear message about what he called fucking around and finding out. Atem muttered an apology and moved to continue on his way down the dingy side street that would take him back to his apartment.
