Lochlann had been applying for jobs most of the morning.
His resume was a little bland, with most of his previous work having been in agriculture or bar tending. His most useful skills were not something he felt he could put on a resume, unless he was applying for a job in a brothel. He had decided applying for a job in a brothel was just asking for trouble.
He was dressed surprisingly nice, in grey suit pants and a well-fitting collared shirt that was not only wrinkle-free on the sleeves, but tucked in as well. He'd left his jacket at a stop earlier that morning by mistake, and he regretted it sorely as he felt something cold hit him on the face.
It was a single raindrop.
Lochlann froze.
The worst part about being sober was that he was so much stronger now than he used to be. He had so much more energy, his reflexes were quicker, and his mind was sharper. But it also meant that he couldn't numb himself to the same things that he used to.
When the drop of water hit him, Lochlann knew he was in trouble.
he was the best of his family at maintain a human shape in the rain, but that didn't mean it was easy. That didnt' mean he didn't get hungry as hell. If anything, the rain made his instincts stronger.
Lochlann darted into the nearest shop and closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath as the rain began to come down faster and ignored the sudden sharp spike of pain in his head. It would fade fast enough.
He was trapped here until the weather cleared, though.
When he turned around, he was surprised to see a familiar face doubled over the counter. It was one he hadn't seen in over a year, since he dropped out and went home. SHe looked like she was in pain so, cautiously, Lochlann approached the counter.
"Kaya?" he said, his voice tentative.
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@Kaya
His resume was a little bland, with most of his previous work having been in agriculture or bar tending. His most useful skills were not something he felt he could put on a resume, unless he was applying for a job in a brothel. He had decided applying for a job in a brothel was just asking for trouble.
He was dressed surprisingly nice, in grey suit pants and a well-fitting collared shirt that was not only wrinkle-free on the sleeves, but tucked in as well. He'd left his jacket at a stop earlier that morning by mistake, and he regretted it sorely as he felt something cold hit him on the face.
It was a single raindrop.
Lochlann froze.
The worst part about being sober was that he was so much stronger now than he used to be. He had so much more energy, his reflexes were quicker, and his mind was sharper. But it also meant that he couldn't numb himself to the same things that he used to.
When the drop of water hit him, Lochlann knew he was in trouble.
he was the best of his family at maintain a human shape in the rain, but that didn't mean it was easy. That didnt' mean he didn't get hungry as hell. If anything, the rain made his instincts stronger.
Lochlann darted into the nearest shop and closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath as the rain began to come down faster and ignored the sudden sharp spike of pain in his head. It would fade fast enough.
He was trapped here until the weather cleared, though.
When he turned around, he was surprised to see a familiar face doubled over the counter. It was one he hadn't seen in over a year, since he dropped out and went home. SHe looked like she was in pain so, cautiously, Lochlann approached the counter.
"Kaya?" he said, his voice tentative.
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@Kaya