Post by SASCHA LANDVIK on Jun 17, 2017 18:54:01 GMT -6
His arm was asleep again--a dense tingling stretching from his elbow to the tips of his fingers. He wiggled them weakly, using his free hand to rub his face instead, but it was all in vain until he wrenched it on from under the girl on top of it. She felt lighter the night before, but, in the light of day, her weight just felt oppressive and suffocating. That always seemed to be the case. There was no point sticking around. The rest of the situation would likely be no different either.
They wouldn't chat over breakfast or bond about the amount of alcohol they had consumed. He wouldn't ask her about her parents or find out where she grew up; she wouldn't ask about his job or his hobbies. He'd skirt out of there. If she woke up, he'd try his best not to acknowledge her. It wasn't like he remembered her name anyway. Sticking around wouldn't change any of that, even if he wanted it to, and he really didn't want it to. There would likely never be a day he wanted to ask all of those questions, so why bother even letting them come up?
Stepping outside, Sascha recognized as much of the neighborhood as he did the girl upstairs, but that he didn't mind. The morning was cool, and he'd wind his way back home eventually even if it did take a little extra time. He picked a direction and started walking. After a few minutes, he knew he was properly lost, but there wasn't a lot he could do about that but keep going.
Digging into his pockets, Sascha pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and wedged one between his teeth. Upon further inspection, he found his lighter gone, probably still laying on his former acquaintance's counter or bedroom floor. He could easily have just lit it with his wand, but, not wanted to bother ducking out of site, he waved a nearby smoker down instead.
"Do you have a light?"