- Jan 13, 2017
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Christmastime had changed a lot.
The tall man grumbled as he walked down the ever-bustling streets of the city, trying to keep a bag of takeout - tastier than most things he was used to - afloat among the legs passing by.
It was bad enough he didn't have enough money for a car. That would have got him home without the cold, without having to leave his work for too long, without having to really carry anything much. But the fact that he had no change on him worsened it - that he couldn't at least take one of these gas-guzzling transport shuttles home. At least then he'd be spared from walking home, despite being out when advised to stay indoors. Not to mention all this godforsaken snow. Drier than rain, he guessed - until it melted into your socks.
Which... it was.
He passed a windowfront of a toy store, selling everything from primitive toy train sets to a VR headpiece. The lights of the display were nearly blinding against the early dark of the night.
He glanced at his watch. 6:00. Amazing how he never got used to any of these dumb changes.
Damien had barely looked up when he slipped on a thick piece of ice and slammed, ass-backwards, into the snowdrift nearby.
God, how he hated the winter.
@Unseen
The tall man grumbled as he walked down the ever-bustling streets of the city, trying to keep a bag of takeout - tastier than most things he was used to - afloat among the legs passing by.
It was bad enough he didn't have enough money for a car. That would have got him home without the cold, without having to leave his work for too long, without having to really carry anything much. But the fact that he had no change on him worsened it - that he couldn't at least take one of these gas-guzzling transport shuttles home. At least then he'd be spared from walking home, despite being out when advised to stay indoors. Not to mention all this godforsaken snow. Drier than rain, he guessed - until it melted into your socks.
Which... it was.
He passed a windowfront of a toy store, selling everything from primitive toy train sets to a VR headpiece. The lights of the display were nearly blinding against the early dark of the night.
He glanced at his watch. 6:00. Amazing how he never got used to any of these dumb changes.
Damien had barely looked up when he slipped on a thick piece of ice and slammed, ass-backwards, into the snowdrift nearby.
God, how he hated the winter.
@Unseen
Lewis had decided to take a walk. He still had a few hours before he could check on the results of one of his current tests anyway. Besides Lewis has been cooped up in his lab for a few days now. Chrismas time has always been a great time for Lewis to get a lot of work done. No one ever wants to come into work and Lewis hasn't had a real Chrismas in over 20 years. Work helps him keep the memories of his childhood at bay. Lewis didn't have a bad childhood! Quite the opposite really. But the fact that it was so nice just makes Lewis sad that he'll never have that childhood ignorance again. Even when his son was a kid Lewis could never celebrate Chrismas with his family. He was always forced to work at those times because all the older scientists got time off and he was too young to get those benefits. Sometimes Lewis wishes he tried harder to get those times off of work. But the past is in the past and nothing will change that.