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[ It's late at night, and the murky black sky and dingy streetlights make everything look different. It's also a Saturday, and anyone who's out in the city would probably be somewhere livelier than where Tizra is right now, wandering aimlessly and alone through some residential geometric stack of dingy apartments, an organised mess of graffiti, broken bottles and dirty vans.
It's not that he really means to stick to these parts, though, because there's no conscious decision he's made or anything. He just kinda finds himself there, like he finds himself everywhere, and he's not really all that conscious of it.
But at the moment, wrapped up in his own derpy little thoughts, he's not really conscious of much of anything in general. ]
It's not that he really means to stick to these parts, though, because there's no conscious decision he's made or anything. He just kinda finds himself there, like he finds himself everywhere, and he's not really all that conscious of it.
But at the moment, wrapped up in his own derpy little thoughts, he's not really conscious of much of anything in general. ]