You change your mind like a girl changes clothes
Ruvin is asleep. Which is a good thing, really, except for the fact that she's asleep in the middle of Grant Park. She's curled up on a bench, wearing comfy clothes and oblivious to the world.
Cy is tracing the same path back and forth through the city, carrying trashbags, plastic bags, and various other containers full of clothes from her hideout to the nearest Salvation Army donation location. She's been stealing clothes from all around the city, including from the Conrad, the Casa, the Gauche, and even the Kashtta. She is going to give them to the Salvation Army people so she can buy them.
It is Des's fault. All Des's fault.
Adrian is outside of the empty space he was considering for his shop, hands in his pockets, some OCD tic repeating the digits of the 'FOR LEASE' sign's contact number in his head like a mantra. He stands like that for long enough that a patrolman takes interest--that's when he moves on, wandering through Chicago and trying not to admit to himself that he's trying not to go home.
He doesn't want to know what Rachel talked about with her friend-who-means-more-than-that. He... doesn't want much of anything at the moment.
Though fading away would be kind of nice.
He might end up at the Kashtta.
In fact, he probably will.
Cy is tracing the same path back and forth through the city, carrying trashbags, plastic bags, and various other containers full of clothes from her hideout to the nearest Salvation Army donation location. She's been stealing clothes from all around the city, including from the Conrad, the Casa, the Gauche, and even the Kashtta. She is going to give them to the Salvation Army people so she can buy them.
It is Des's fault. All Des's fault.
Adrian is outside of the empty space he was considering for his shop, hands in his pockets, some OCD tic repeating the digits of the 'FOR LEASE' sign's contact number in his head like a mantra. He stands like that for long enough that a patrolman takes interest--that's when he moves on, wandering through Chicago and trying not to admit to himself that he's trying not to go home.
He doesn't want to know what Rachel talked about with her friend-who-means-more-than-that. He... doesn't want much of anything at the moment.
Though fading away would be kind of nice.
He might end up at the Kashtta.
In fact, he probably will.