Swiftcurrent Creek Like a moth to the flame we become helpless

@Alessia ❤ — Outside of Swiftcurrent Creek's borders. Afternoon.

Jean-Pierre grew bored of this routine after the third time, but he admits to being stuck in his ways. Habits die hard, they say, and he is living proof. His most recent ousting is due to Mary keeping a tightlip over the fact she wasn't single. She loved the attention this cute little blondie gave her, so why ruin the fun? Of course, her husband turned red in the face the second he finally realized her little secret side-piece. Let's just say, Jean-Pierre is glad for his long legs. He's always been good at running.

So next stop on the list is this seemingly cozy plot of land; rocky, unstable—the footing, he means. Jean feels at home already. The sky is overcast, it's midday by the time he decides to wander close enough that it might irritate the owners. He sits pretty on their doorstep, and inhales a breath of winter air. Time to start the routine all over again.