Necromantic
You faker than some Sweet 'N Low
Locke: On his way to Asterix's shop
Alright, maybe going out on his own was sometimes... Usually... Always a bad idea for Locke, but a majority of the time, he didn't have a choice but to go out on his own. Given that Kei worked nights, he was usually asleep during the day, leaving the pink-haired man to try and figure out how to walk through Salem on his own.
Which was why going to a store turned from a fifteen minute walk to a three hour walk. One turn a bit too early, and Locke had managed to find himself in an area of Salem he had never been before. It took him several hours and directions from, at the very least, twelve different stores to get him back on track. Perhaps life would have been easier for him if he could just figure out how to use some type of GPS, like a phone. Then again, using a phone would require full usage of his fingers, which he seldom had due to the sheer amount of bandages wrapped around his fingers.
The Nephilim was hopeless.
At long last, he came to the store he had been looking for for several hours. He pushed the door open, blue eyes scanning over the people already in the building: One man and two women. One of these people had to be the owner, that was pretry obvious to him. Now he just needed to figure out which one that was...
"Uhm... Hello?" Locke's voice was nearly a whisper. He rubbed at his arm, looking away from the people, instead focusing on everything around the store. Dear sweet Jesus, he would break everything if he tripped.
He was so doomed.