Mistaken directions || Frederick&Magdalene
Of course, it had to rain. What other terrible day wouldn't have rain when he needed to go home? And it was not just some simple drizzle, of course not. It was a heavy storm. And those were rare in London. Frederick groaned out loudly, tossing aside soaked cigarette. Tucking his hands into the pockets of coat, he fastened his stride, not caring enough to run. Now it really couldn't get worse.










