I remember when the days were long...
He's gone and skipped his classes again today because does not care for complex equations or petty, sugar-coated histories he can see lies through. So he's gone right off and planted himself outside, lying on the ground, just staring up at the sky.
Koschei hasn't even changed out of the clothes he slept in the night before (which weren't terrible, really, a plain shirt and pants that had holes starting at the knees from his adventures) and his shoes have been long forgotten somewhere along the way to this place. This place where he just laid right down and began to watch the sky.
The wind is nice today and he has his eyes closed, enjoying it.
Somewhere, he can hear the vague sounds of teenager's voices, his classmates. And he smirks.
Because he got off clean for now.
Koschei hasn't even changed out of the clothes he slept in the night before (which weren't terrible, really, a plain shirt and pants that had holes starting at the knees from his adventures) and his shoes have been long forgotten somewhere along the way to this place. This place where he just laid right down and began to watch the sky.
The wind is nice today and he has his eyes closed, enjoying it.
Somewhere, he can hear the vague sounds of teenager's voices, his classmates. And he smirks.
Because he got off clean for now.