Jonothon had... kept walking. What else was he supposed to do? The road was less than comfortable under his bare feet, but it wasn't as though he could really do anything about that, considering the wealth of things that he was completely lacking, at the moment.
A change of clothing. A place to stay. A phone, to call for help, should he change his mind about wanting the entire bloody world to just naff off. So he wandered. Wandered until the housing looked decidedly less classy, until uncomfortable gravel gave way to broken glass that he occasionally even bothered to step around. Until the lower-class housing leaned more towards condemned.
That was more his price range, at the moment.
He was barely three steps toward a house with boards in the windows before he noticed the rather large figure leaning up against it. And for a moment, he considered backstepping, thought about just turning and walking away. The moment was brief. He had nowhere to walk to.
"You know," he muttered, looking down, "you already missed the party. Everybody was invited. Impressive turnout."
Re: For He Who Knows Who He Is!
A change of clothing. A place to stay. A phone, to call for help, should he change his mind about wanting the entire bloody world to just naff off. So he wandered. Wandered until the housing looked decidedly less classy, until uncomfortable gravel gave way to broken glass that he occasionally even bothered to step around. Until the lower-class housing leaned more towards condemned.
That was more his price range, at the moment.
He was barely three steps toward a house with boards in the windows before he noticed the rather large figure leaning up against it. And for a moment, he considered backstepping, thought about just turning and walking away. The moment was brief. He had nowhere to walk to.
"You know," he muttered, looking down, "you already missed the party. Everybody was invited. Impressive turnout."