The figure took a deep sigh. Okay. No one had shown up after a few moments, so he had to be alone. Eventually allowing himself to be visible again, he returned to his true form. Matt let the older features of the man whose appearance he'd assumed fade from his body, brown hair falling over his left eye as he tucked it back into place with a hairclip. He looked at himself in the mirror - freckles, pale youthful skin, hazel eyes... his mother had told him that he was beautiful. His father had told him that he was only good for stealing. Well look at him now, daddy dearest. He was out here making a decent buck. All he had to do was write weird notes about some rich brat and leave them at people's doors. This one had been difficult. The rich kid scooby-doo wannabe crew was onto him now. He just needed some money. He wasn't even doing anything that wrong.
He picked up his PS Vita and kicked back, knowing that the girl would probably have found the note by now. His notes on the rich kid and the basic facts of who he hung out with were thorough enough to get the job done - his contact had found him a good deal. Plus he scored this sweet pad. No distractions, not too far from the city but not too close either... definitely a lot better than those stupid dorms. He was free here, unrestricted.
He picked up his PS Vita and kicked back, knowing that the girl would probably have found the note by now. His notes on the rich kid and the basic facts of who he hung out with were thorough enough to get the job done - his contact had found him a good deal. Plus he scored this sweet pad. No distractions, not too far from the city but not too close either... definitely a lot better than those stupid dorms. He was free here, unrestricted.
