[ He's turning as he asks it, starting back the way that they came. A quick glance skyward — the sky is a blur of lilac and indigo with pink-gold creeping in at the edges — and then his attention moves back to the alley.
The safe-house is situated in a quiet part of town but that doesn't mean that it's wholly absent of life. Right now it's mostly vagrants, those that have wandered too far or never made it to any of the impromptu shelters. The forgotten. ]
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[ He's turning as he asks it, starting back the way that they came. A quick glance skyward — the sky is a blur of lilac and indigo with pink-gold creeping in at the edges — and then his attention moves back to the alley.
The safe-house is situated in a quiet part of town but that doesn't mean that it's wholly absent of life. Right now it's mostly vagrants, those that have wandered too far or never made it to any of the impromptu shelters. The forgotten. ]