Dec 11, 2009 00:53
[Free's somewhere in Xanadu, relaxing on a hill and staring up into the night sky. He's dressed as he always is, oblivious to the cold, and for once, looks rather thoughtful. Not that he'll ever say what he's thinking about, but all the same.
A heavy sigh produces a large cloud in the air, the action disturbing the light coating of snow on his body. The sight of Death City has left him a little worse for wear, at least mentally.
That, and he's just bored.]
...S'a nice night.
been out here a while,
bored again,
don't feel the cold,
lost in thought,
missing friends from everywhere,
watching the stars,
a little homesick