Walking along the street in his surprisingly long depression bout he had been having this week, Syrius thought to himself as he hid his hand in his hoodie pocket. It had been healing but the fingernails were damaged to the point of people able to visibly notice it from a few feet away. No need for people to inquire about someone like him. Rubbing his other uninjured hand across his stubble-covered jaw, Syrius thought to himself about what he should be doing right now. Lately he had abandoned his detective friend to his own work while he dealt with this sudden bout of emotional upheaval that was unbecoming for his line of work.
Bad business meant bad results. And those results could end up with either of them in jail or with unfriendly figures trying to take them down... Neither was needed, so Syrius decided to take a break. Maybe he should go on a vacation one of these days. Blinking at the thought, Syrius looked back into his memory lane and wondered when was the last time he had taken a vacation. In all actuality, it had been years. Possibly a decade. It was strange how such things just slipped your mind when you were so busy with such things as escaping the government...
Shrugging, Syrius looked up to see a semi-familiar figure coming towards him. What was her name...? Summer? It was some season... wait, Spring! that was her name. He had partially met her once before for a brief moment due to necessity. He had given up his bus seat to her once. Poor girl... He remembered how rough a time she had from the few times he had followed her about. Did that make him a stalker? No, no it didn’t. He wasn’t obsessed with her. Just curious at times when bored. Still, she was someone that always sparked a feeling of curiosity in him.
Maybe one of these days he should try talking to her for longer then a second? Who knew, maybe she was a amazing person... Realizing he was staring at her and she was starting to notice, Syrius averted his gaze and turned down into a alleway, noticing a nearby gas station and heading for it. No. He wouldn’t ever start something like that unless he needed to. No need to make anyone else endangered because of stupid mistakes he had made like betraying his own government... even if for ethical reasons. Ethically right didn’t mean he was able to follow those instincts. Sighing, Syrius just shrugged and trudged along like he always did. Just blend in as riff raff and you would survive in life. Nobody would bother you for money, to mug you, to judge you as anything but something to be avoided. And he wanted to just be ignored and avoided right now more then anything.
Bad business meant bad results. And those results could end up with either of them in jail or with unfriendly figures trying to take them down... Neither was needed, so Syrius decided to take a break. Maybe he should go on a vacation one of these days. Blinking at the thought, Syrius looked back into his memory lane and wondered when was the last time he had taken a vacation. In all actuality, it had been years. Possibly a decade. It was strange how such things just slipped your mind when you were so busy with such things as escaping the government...
Shrugging, Syrius looked up to see a semi-familiar figure coming towards him. What was her name...? Summer? It was some season... wait, Spring! that was her name. He had partially met her once before for a brief moment due to necessity. He had given up his bus seat to her once. Poor girl... He remembered how rough a time she had from the few times he had followed her about. Did that make him a stalker? No, no it didn’t. He wasn’t obsessed with her. Just curious at times when bored. Still, she was someone that always sparked a feeling of curiosity in him.
Maybe one of these days he should try talking to her for longer then a second? Who knew, maybe she was a amazing person... Realizing he was staring at her and she was starting to notice, Syrius averted his gaze and turned down into a alleway, noticing a nearby gas station and heading for it. No. He wouldn’t ever start something like that unless he needed to. No need to make anyone else endangered because of stupid mistakes he had made like betraying his own government... even if for ethical reasons. Ethically right didn’t mean he was able to follow those instincts. Sighing, Syrius just shrugged and trudged along like he always did. Just blend in as riff raff and you would survive in life. Nobody would bother you for money, to mug you, to judge you as anything but something to be avoided. And he wanted to just be ignored and avoided right now more then anything.
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