Today felt like any other day...The rain mix with the chilly air that came on a lazy November made Sona want to be all moody...Not only that, but he had no place to go or live to escape the gloomy weather. He didn't want to rest near public palaces for the fear of talking to someone might make him into the most awkward state of being a social person can ever met...
Ok maybe that was a bit to over exasperated, but Sona was the type of wolf child who didn't like making a dork out of himself...He really wanted to blend into society as if it were his own but the only problem was....How would people react toward a teen who can morph into a monster at will???? Would they be scared of him, like one of those old timer vintage films, were a damsel scream bloody murder and point at him? Or even worse....Bring out there forks and pitch knives like they did in 1931 Frankenstein??
Lord who knows..Maybe it was best for him to just forget about it and move on...
The seventeen year came to a halt to see a row of bright red bags of Costa Rican coffee on a display window sill that stood out against the cloudy dusk...There seem to be nobody in the small cafe....."It won't hurt to get some coffee?" Sona thought, as he reach into his dark vest jacket to pull out a five dollar bill.."I wonder if the cashier serves flat white..."
morphine. Isn't it ironic that both our muses have names like 'Walker' and 'Wing' but we know Evie will never be able to fly anything for real
morphine. It's true
But it's my source of shit humour
In fact I might keep thinking of terrible puns for all muses lmao