Katsuda Arama would be sitting on the edge of a rooftop about 50-100 ft tall, he liked the view of the snow falling, he thought he could sit their forever, he had no home anyway, why should he leave other than to get food, this is the only life he's had, no mother, no father, no. Using his hands to brush out of the knits in his blue trenchcoat: loose salt and starch that haf leaked from off the packet.h Let's see it through I guess." Andrew took a momentary pause, reprising his situation once the crisp packet drew aside. I feel like it can only go uphill if it begins on a downer. He leaned his entire torso back into a momentary slump before stating: Electrostatic pain just blipped on his face it had hit the proximity of his left cheek! Posing piously and persuasively polished, pitting parting there on his face. The crisp packet deformed around the man's face. Random fingers dug in to other random fingers on both arms as he braced himself for the inevitability of a crisp packet paining him. Looking sharply at the crisp packet Andrew's hand arose with life to the area of his waist. The wave of wind was really east coast style.
It was accelerating and then deccelerating slightly less than it was accelerating before accelerating slightly more than it deccelerated. Potato packet was whistled along by the wind.
Unfamiliar items passed through here all of the time.
Irked by the silent nature of this part of the concrete dormatory, housing only him in a disparity of twenty or so shoddy ruins of blocks of offices bound together by mortar and a way to go up and down using the stairs at any time.
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