Being a courier had is advantages and disadvantages. The advantage was that he had an excuse to wander across the rooftops and through streets without worrying about the police stopping him. He wore the shimmery blue vest that denoted him as a delivery monkey, and most people knew that that meant he could use any route that he wanted as long as it didn't disrupt traffic or harm people.
One of the disadvantages is that you never know exactly what it is he's being asked to deliver. While he worked under the official Manta Carlos Postal Service, due to the nature of the island, there was a much wider net of things that he would have to carry around. One of his coworkers ended up carrying what was classified as a normal ingredient, but was actually being used as a hardcore narcotic. Another boy ended up delivering a pack full of chinchillas to a strange lady who owned a hoard of animals.
But nothing bad had happened to him yet, so as far as he was concerned, everything was fine. And everything would continue to be fine. As long as nothing bad had happened yet, nothing bad would happen.
A false, but comforting statement.
He checked the address on his phone one more time, just to confirm that this high end restaurant was indeed in the seedy part of town.
Not that it was necessary--in the distance the spotlights waved slowly in the the air, which could only come from his destination. He sighed and jumped to the next roof.
"Hello! Delivery!" He handed over the product and held out the screen for the man receiving the package to sign.
"Thanks little miss."
Wei simply bowed. He wasnt upset--he wore a cycling skirt with compression shorts underneath when he worked, to help with his mobility. Though, even in school he wore the girls' uniform, and he really didnt have any justification for that.
He walked in the alley, looking towards the walls for a way to get up to the roof. In retrospect, he should have expected that he would bump into someone.
And bump he certainly did.
"Oomf!" He stumbled back a step or two. "Ack... I'm sorry, are you..."
He looked. The girl was young, certainly too young to be around here. "Are you lost?"
@Kyros
One of the disadvantages is that you never know exactly what it is he's being asked to deliver. While he worked under the official Manta Carlos Postal Service, due to the nature of the island, there was a much wider net of things that he would have to carry around. One of his coworkers ended up carrying what was classified as a normal ingredient, but was actually being used as a hardcore narcotic. Another boy ended up delivering a pack full of chinchillas to a strange lady who owned a hoard of animals.
But nothing bad had happened to him yet, so as far as he was concerned, everything was fine. And everything would continue to be fine. As long as nothing bad had happened yet, nothing bad would happen.
A false, but comforting statement.
He checked the address on his phone one more time, just to confirm that this high end restaurant was indeed in the seedy part of town.
Not that it was necessary--in the distance the spotlights waved slowly in the the air, which could only come from his destination. He sighed and jumped to the next roof.
"Hello! Delivery!" He handed over the product and held out the screen for the man receiving the package to sign.
"Thanks little miss."
Wei simply bowed. He wasnt upset--he wore a cycling skirt with compression shorts underneath when he worked, to help with his mobility. Though, even in school he wore the girls' uniform, and he really didnt have any justification for that.
He walked in the alley, looking towards the walls for a way to get up to the roof. In retrospect, he should have expected that he would bump into someone.
And bump he certainly did.
"Oomf!" He stumbled back a step or two. "Ack... I'm sorry, are you..."
He looked. The girl was young, certainly too young to be around here. "Are you lost?"
@Kyros