Yoshiro
The One You Forget
The girl had left short after their session, saying something about her job or whatever. Declan hadn't really been paying attention, he was too busy igniting his cigarette. Girl learns fast. I almost couldn't keep up. Almost. He took a quick puff from the tiny death stick in his mouth just to get it going. He'd need a new lighter soon. New clothes too, now that he thought about it. All the ones in his closet were from someone else....someone he used to be. A dumb kid like him needed to go. Can't look at anything this days without adding that tint of melancholy. Fucking Chicago, always too gloomy for its own good. A few more drags on his cigarette brought the nicotine rushing through his systems. Now he was ready to go face his family. Well, for a few minutes, actually. Declan didn't really feel the need to vomit again. He slipped on a shirt and some pants (the only ones that were clean), and messed up his hair in some vain attempt at "brushing" it. Grabbing his favorite jacket, he opened his door and rushed down the stairs, throwing on some socks and sneakers. If there was a fashion director here, she'd probably go into cardiac arrest from the sight of the disheveled teen. By pure accident, he found himself at the dining room table, where some of his family were either standing or sitting. Shit. Well, had to face them at some point tonight. Deck walked over and sat down at a chair far from everyone else. He then proceeded to check his pockets for any loose cash or change. Hopefully a burger joint would be open.
Mentioned: Misty Gray Bellz Foxy
Mentioned: Misty Gray Bellz Foxy