leakingdark
cole sat cross-legged on the damp, cold ground between the alley’s walls. his hands rummaged through a cardboard box in which its contents had been spilled previously, and they caught his attention. the foggy morning seemed to give him the perfect cover, to be alone and in an odd peace. but the slowly approaching footsteps from behind shattered his peace.
“stop,” he said suddenly, not looking behind him.
leakingdark
“nothing,” he responded just as simply. he eyed the stranger skeptically, head cocked to the side. “a bit foggy for a walk, isn’t it? sure you don’t have other / ulterior / motives?” his tone was serious yet also taunting.
shapeschange
@leakingdark "i'm just walking." was his simple, yet somewhat defensive, response. eric put his hands up in submission before dropping them back to his sides. "what are you doing here?"
leakingdark
a grunt came from cole as he stopped his rummaging and sat up on a knee. his legs, aching with every move—yet not enough pain to stop him from traversing anywhere he’d like—throbbed slightly as he stood fully in his tall form. the black water that usually drips from him and into the puddle at his feet—that is no longer there—has all dried up and soaked into his clothes. “what’re you doing here?” he finally turned to face the other male, shaded eyes boring into his.
