August 26, 2018, 08:00 PM
He rather liked this area, everything felt so peaceful and secluded. The patter of gentle rain soothed his nerves just a bit. Consumed by thoughts of his brother. Where he was and what he may be doing. He took in a deep breath, shook out his coat and attempted to compose himself. Ronnie was grown. Absynthe knew (well, actually, hoped) he could stay out of trouble for a few hours while the inky creature looked for something worthwhile.
Food, shelter, something fun. Anything would do.
Food, shelter, something fun. Anything would do.