The Gil
Weird Gentleman
Michael watched as the strange man walked away, leaving some bandages behind. He didn't actually cared for who the man was, he just knew that surely wasn't a nice fellow and was glad that he didn't took advantage of Michael's bad condition. He had pushed himself too hard covering all that area as a lightning. His lips were a bit dry, but luckily, the rain was falling upon them. He thought that all he could do right now was resting there for a bit. He didn't had the strenght to catch the bandages the odd man dropped. I could definetely go for a beer right now.