That was a shitty day.
Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?
First of all, it was 10 a.m, and we were in London, the England’s rainy capital, where obviously was raining copiously, filling my shoes and pants.
No, everything was filled with water, even my face, even if I had my hoodie lowered on.
Actually… in that moment I wasn’t wearing it, but while I sneaked closer to Faquarl’s kitchens, I can assure you that the hoodie was perfectly covering my face.
In that moment, the hoodie was acting like a basin for all London’s rain, soaking my neck and the t-shirt underneath.
And you ask, why so wet?
Simple, because I was running breathlessly down a street, avoiding for nothing passers and other obstacle, chased by Farqual’s minions.
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I wasted precious seconds searching for a tiny place, and fate smiled upon me! There was a free seat, at the same table of a black curled girl, deep into reading.
It was in a corner, and she was giving the back to the showcase, she could shield me!
I rush into the pub, ignoring all the glares that the costumers were giving to me: a lot of them were drinking tea or chocolate, some were reading and some more were chatting in a low voice.
Oh, a reading room.
Delightful.
I must looked out of place like a lawyer in a circus, but I didn’t care, the safety of my person and the small treasure I had in my pockets were worth much more than some simple glares.
I sat down with a jump, crouching on the table.
The person in front of me jumped too, putting down the book she was reading: oh, he was a boy.
He got a vaguely femmine look; maybe there were the long hair and the big grey-blue eyes, giving him a graceful look.
He seems more or less my age.
He watched me shocked for a few moments, and before he could ask me who the hell I was or what I was doing, I spoke:” John! Long time to see!” I fumbled exhausted; I pat him on the shoulder, making him jump a second …show more content…
I met no resistance (I took him on surprise) and when, for emphasizing the concepts, both for looking more credible, both because I was enjoying the moment, I brought my hand into his hairs, he didn’t protest or smashed the teapot on my head.
I tilted my head, pushing “John” to cover me, and incredibly, he followed my lead, mirroring my movement with a little groan.
He had thin and slightly dry lips, while the hair were soft, well brushed.
He vaguely smelled like rain, the one that falls into the woods, in fall.
I opened an eye scanning the situation, and I seen the two idiots take they step back, going away.
Now or never.
I stepped back, glaring briefly at “John”: a deep and very visible blush spotted his cheeks, ears and neck.
And the eyes, glassy, with wide and dark pupils, looked like ponds.
“I thanks you and I salute you, good evening, you kiss well!”
I bounced into my feet and I ran out the bar.
The rain was still falling, but gently.
I lifted my hoodie and began to run into the opposite direction of the two brute.
Well, come on: I managed to steal some bread, I had some money into my pocket, I escaped from Faquarl and I made out with a pretty boy.
That was a good
Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?
First of all, it was 10 a.m, and we were in London, the England’s rainy capital, where obviously was raining copiously, filling my shoes and pants.
No, everything was filled with water, even my face, even if I had my hoodie lowered on.
Actually… in that moment I wasn’t wearing it, but while I sneaked closer to Faquarl’s kitchens, I can assure you that the hoodie was perfectly covering my face.
In that moment, the hoodie was acting like a basin for all London’s rain, soaking my neck and the t-shirt underneath.
And you ask, why so wet?
Simple, because I was running breathlessly down a street, avoiding for nothing passers and other obstacle, chased by Farqual’s minions.
Really, …show more content…
I wasted precious seconds searching for a tiny place, and fate smiled upon me! There was a free seat, at the same table of a black curled girl, deep into reading.
It was in a corner, and she was giving the back to the showcase, she could shield me!
I rush into the pub, ignoring all the glares that the costumers were giving to me: a lot of them were drinking tea or chocolate, some were reading and some more were chatting in a low voice.
Oh, a reading room.
Delightful.
I must looked out of place like a lawyer in a circus, but I didn’t care, the safety of my person and the small treasure I had in my pockets were worth much more than some simple glares.
I sat down with a jump, crouching on the table.
The person in front of me jumped too, putting down the book she was reading: oh, he was a boy.
He got a vaguely femmine look; maybe there were the long hair and the big grey-blue eyes, giving him a graceful look.
He seems more or less my age.
He watched me shocked for a few moments, and before he could ask me who the hell I was or what I was doing, I spoke:” John! Long time to see!” I fumbled exhausted; I pat him on the shoulder, making him jump a second …show more content…
I met no resistance (I took him on surprise) and when, for emphasizing the concepts, both for looking more credible, both because I was enjoying the moment, I brought my hand into his hairs, he didn’t protest or smashed the teapot on my head.
I tilted my head, pushing “John” to cover me, and incredibly, he followed my lead, mirroring my movement with a little groan.
He had thin and slightly dry lips, while the hair were soft, well brushed.
He vaguely smelled like rain, the one that falls into the woods, in fall.
I opened an eye scanning the situation, and I seen the two idiots take they step back, going away.
Now or never.
I stepped back, glaring briefly at “John”: a deep and very visible blush spotted his cheeks, ears and neck.
And the eyes, glassy, with wide and dark pupils, looked like ponds.
“I thanks you and I salute you, good evening, you kiss well!”
I bounced into my feet and I ran out the bar.
The rain was still falling, but gently.
I lifted my hoodie and began to run into the opposite direction of the two brute.
Well, come on: I managed to steal some bread, I had some money into my pocket, I escaped from Faquarl and I made out with a pretty boy.
That was a good