Apr 16, 2016
@theflamingcommander
Muttering to herself, slightly upset that she couldn’t get the ink she wanted, Sycamore turned into a shortcut between buildings, starring at the list of furniture in her hand. She was so deep in her thoughts, she slammed into someone. Stopped on her tracks, she looked up at the man standing in front of her. If her memory was right, she saw him in a newspaper not long ago, in the dangerous people part. Suddenly scared of being attacked, she said the first thing crossing her mind: "I have something to say. Three words, eight letters. I...got food." Would this keep her out of trouble ?