T was outside, leaning against the wall of a nightclub called Galaxy. his outfit was different, and he was shaking a cigarette, looking uo at the crimson sky.
his outfit:
“…. Huh. Never thought you smoked, honestly.”
his tial flicks as he breathes out the smoke.
"i usually dont."
“Something special about today then?”
"Lotta memories. this outfit is from when I was still human."
“Ah. I’m gonna take a wild fucken guess and say those would be the ‘not great’ ones then?”














