[ota] theatre, training, cramps oh my

[maskofhearts]

If he had to regret something- maybe it was the fact that Julien had taken him on for training before he'd decided to snap Amy's arm. Between his mother and the Ace, he didn't think there was a muscle in his body that hadn't been worked- extensively- of late. And on top of it all there had been so much running about in the theatre today that he felt like moving was more effort than it was worth.

So he sat on the steps of the theatre, even after most of the others had left for the evening, and smoked his cigarette in silence. Maybe, just maybe, after he'd killed his lungs with five or six he'd find the motivation to walk home.

Or maybe he'd just sleep where he was sat right now.