- Jan 13, 2017
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"Your change is 14.95, sir. Have a happy new year!"
The girl's voice grated against his ears when she rang up his meager purchases - nuts and bolts, copper wire (god, he wished there was at least some tieranium filaments in some store here), a few replacement heads for his screwdriver. All working tools. The only kind of happy Damien would be here was working... so in a sense, she was kind of right.
Instead of covering his ears like a five-year old, he muttered a thank yu at her and gathered his belongings, storing his change and savoring the mediocre heating of the store before he had to go out into what was becoming an annoyingly persistent snowfall. It had been better earlier, but now that the snowdrifts reached up to his knees, Damien was a bit concerned. The snow would freeze and corrode the metal inside the bag if he tripped.
Sighing, he dropped his hand down to his pocket and fished out his measly excuse for a phone - a shiny, smooth rectangle. Pressing the home button gave way to the home screen, where he stabbed his finger at the Uber app. It flashed a few times.
Wait for it... maybe he could call a ride home with some stranger.
His phone died as soon as the app had loaded.
A loud growl of annoyance. Looks like he was walking home.
He stepped out of the relatively warm store, only to be blasted with a mighty cold wind.
@Saber
The girl's voice grated against his ears when she rang up his meager purchases - nuts and bolts, copper wire (god, he wished there was at least some tieranium filaments in some store here), a few replacement heads for his screwdriver. All working tools. The only kind of happy Damien would be here was working... so in a sense, she was kind of right.
Instead of covering his ears like a five-year old, he muttered a thank yu at her and gathered his belongings, storing his change and savoring the mediocre heating of the store before he had to go out into what was becoming an annoyingly persistent snowfall. It had been better earlier, but now that the snowdrifts reached up to his knees, Damien was a bit concerned. The snow would freeze and corrode the metal inside the bag if he tripped.
Sighing, he dropped his hand down to his pocket and fished out his measly excuse for a phone - a shiny, smooth rectangle. Pressing the home button gave way to the home screen, where he stabbed his finger at the Uber app. It flashed a few times.
Wait for it... maybe he could call a ride home with some stranger.
His phone died as soon as the app had loaded.
A loud growl of annoyance. Looks like he was walking home.
He stepped out of the relatively warm store, only to be blasted with a mighty cold wind.
@Saber