hexaphenylbenzene
There's a time and a place for mucking around.
(*shows up late with starbucks* what did i miss)
This. This, right here, was true agony. Lan was sure of it.
Lan wasn't sure how exactly he'd managed to wedge himself between what could meagerly be called his 'bed' and the rather uncomfortable stone wall behind him, but that wasn't really the important aspect of the situation at the moment. It took him probably ten minutes to get himself out, despite his rather small size, and when he finally did, he wasn't sure if he would've rather stayed where he had been previously, since he now had a cramp in his left leg that he was sure would leave him limping for at least the next day.
So much for getting a jump start on the day. He thought to himself, pressing the heel of his hand into his left eye and sighing deeply, leaning down and groping for the pack he was sure was next to his bed slinging it over his shoulder and shaking himself. He'd wash in one of the fountains along his route. He'd gotten a message a few weeks back from some menacing agency saying they wanted his help, and (most importantly) they would pay him handsomely for it. Something called the Shadow Guild. Whatever. The pay was good and he assumed by 'help' they meant they needed him to steal something (he was rather good at that) and who was he to turn up a good handful of coins? Surveying the room for anything he could've missed, he walked out onto the balcony of the hotel and hoisted himself up onto the rickety wooden railing, squatting there for a moment until he found a nice soft patch of bushes, and then presently jumped into them.
This. This, right here, was true agony. Lan was sure of it.
Lan wasn't sure how exactly he'd managed to wedge himself between what could meagerly be called his 'bed' and the rather uncomfortable stone wall behind him, but that wasn't really the important aspect of the situation at the moment. It took him probably ten minutes to get himself out, despite his rather small size, and when he finally did, he wasn't sure if he would've rather stayed where he had been previously, since he now had a cramp in his left leg that he was sure would leave him limping for at least the next day.
So much for getting a jump start on the day. He thought to himself, pressing the heel of his hand into his left eye and sighing deeply, leaning down and groping for the pack he was sure was next to his bed slinging it over his shoulder and shaking himself. He'd wash in one of the fountains along his route. He'd gotten a message a few weeks back from some menacing agency saying they wanted his help, and (most importantly) they would pay him handsomely for it. Something called the Shadow Guild. Whatever. The pay was good and he assumed by 'help' they meant they needed him to steal something (he was rather good at that) and who was he to turn up a good handful of coins? Surveying the room for anything he could've missed, he walked out onto the balcony of the hotel and hoisted himself up onto the rickety wooden railing, squatting there for a moment until he found a nice soft patch of bushes, and then presently jumped into them.
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