Decision making time.
The sweatshirt is a shade too small and half open beneath a denim jacket, compensating in obscenity what he lacks in specific detail with the hood limp on his nose and crooked over much of his face. Fidget, fidget. Toes wriggle within the comfy confines of his scuffed All Stars. Bounce, bounce, bounce to the beat blaring from the buds in his burning ears. With a tug, one of them pops out and flops against his chest, bleeding chaotic sounds into the air. Whiney guitar and frenetic drumming.
"Hmm."
He slips one hand inside the sweatshirt and the sounds fade away to almost nothing. The other roams up to his neck, slipping around and back to return the hood to the flat of his back. There's something between contentment and confusion playing with his features.
It's a gift.
"Running away. Good or bad idea?"
[ The mun has to run out for a bit. Back soon. Back ^_^ ]
"Hmm."
He slips one hand inside the sweatshirt and the sounds fade away to almost nothing. The other roams up to his neck, slipping around and back to return the hood to the flat of his back. There's something between contentment and confusion playing with his features.
It's a gift.
"Running away. Good or bad idea?"
[ The mun has to run out for a bit. Back soon. Back ^_^ ]