( @viiolentends | yelena belova )
he’s been walking aimlessly since he arrived. it was still tripping him out that he was apparently not on earth anymore, but he’s been taking in the new place little by little. doesn’t mean he wasn’t pissed off still though—because he is. he hates this place. “shit,” he cursed as he took out his phone again and checked for a signal, hoping to be lucky. there was a soft sound behind him and he turned immediately, his hand in his jacket pocket that had his pumpkin bombs, remaining there when he saw a woman. “who are you?”
















