Dele is a terrible enabler, you know
A young man somewhere between 16 and 20, dressed in a plain white button-down shirt and khakis, with dark hair that's just a touch long flopping over his forehead, steps out into the street. Or more accurately, somebody who currently has such an appearance steps out into the street.
He frowns slightly. His fingers twitch at his side, drawing some pattern in the air. Nothing. The frown grows deeper. "Beezle?" His voice seems a bit younger than the rest of him, and shows a bit more fear.
Orlando looks around warily. Has he been hacked?
He frowns slightly. His fingers twitch at his side, drawing some pattern in the air. Nothing. The frown grows deeper. "Beezle?" His voice seems a bit younger than the rest of him, and shows a bit more fear.
Orlando looks around warily. Has he been hacked?