@thekillercoffeeaddict wandered in the studio
It’s been a l o n g day.
Henry had been back and forth across the city on different errands, from trying to regain confiscated property from the police to practically begging on his knees to get his job back, all from being thought MISSING for the past several days.
But the WORST of all? He couldn’t find his damned keys. Standing disgruntled in the middle of the hallway of the apartment, he patted down his pockets. Not in the front. Not in the back.
“ Now, where could I have...? ”










