he’s sitting on the top of his building, most of the neighbors in the building having already decided to call it a night, sending see you in the mornings & have a good nights his way. he nods, deciding to finish his drink & enjoy the rest of the rare nice weathered day before heading in himself.
he’s flicking through his phone as he drains the rest of his beer & happens to stifle a yawn, a sign that maybe he should hit the hay soon, before looking out toward the night sky. it’s not too dark, it’s peaceful, quiet, & a thought suddenly pops in his head. a question, really. he mulls it over himself for a few long moments before looking back to his phone, choosing the first name he sees to send the text to.
wing head. / where do wild birds sleep at night time?
wing head. / don’t block me i’m serious.
late night text. a. @warcrimed