Not my 'Brother'
> The streets are cold, and ridden with garbage from where you stand. Of course, the run down part of town, no surprise there. Though your back doesn't mind the discomfort from the wall you lean on. It came with a dull pain that quickly eased away until you moved. Bruises always did that, especially big black ones that trailed over the right side of your body
You weren't sure if the news gave the accident much attention, at least, you hoped it didn't. You wanted to be seen, but not in that sort of way. It showed your weaknesses, which you strongly hate. And now you were in the mood to fix that
> You look around a bit impatiently. Lowbloods always were easy to pummel, but also boring. You won't dare hit a seadweller in this condition. Too risky, And fellow indigos were usually alright, and never had much against you, aside from die-hard sugjuggulators. What to do..what to do...
