06-18-2020, 12:39 PM
Elias shrugged. “Could be real or it could be a bunch of bullshit. It doesn’t matter. We all end up the same place,” he grumbled, eyes on the sidewalk as they moved. He was tired of being fucking depressed. “Just like the leviathan that Alvis is supposedly researching. That fucker probably ran off with Damien’s money and is laughing at all of us somewhere.”
He shook his head. Asha would get upset again if he kept down this path. She was trying to help, and while he had zero clue why she even cared, he preferred she not abandon him like everyone else.
Shit but what a depressed fucker he was.
Maybe he should try drugs? They seemed popular among his group. Despite his stylistic choices and that everyone assumed otherwise, he’d never ventured into that sort of thing. Tony would no doubt find the hook up, but hell, the CCD had machines on every other corner for consumption like candy bars back home.
“I don’t want to go there, either.”
“I’m sorry, Asha,” he frowned, looking around. “The walk was a good idea.”
He was toying with asking her about the drugs idea when a buzz vibrated in his pocket. He pulled the wallet, blinking that the app was issuing a new alert.
For a brief moment, his heart flickered with beats of hope. His jaw dropped and he showed it to Asha. “Look! The signature is back, and it’s not in the Moscow river at all. No wonder we’ve found nothing all this time.”
He grit his teeth into an awkward smile like his mouth wasn’t used to the shape, and he almost hugged her.
He shook his head. Asha would get upset again if he kept down this path. She was trying to help, and while he had zero clue why she even cared, he preferred she not abandon him like everyone else.
Shit but what a depressed fucker he was.
Maybe he should try drugs? They seemed popular among his group. Despite his stylistic choices and that everyone assumed otherwise, he’d never ventured into that sort of thing. Tony would no doubt find the hook up, but hell, the CCD had machines on every other corner for consumption like candy bars back home.
“I don’t want to go there, either.”
“I’m sorry, Asha,” he frowned, looking around. “The walk was a good idea.”
He was toying with asking her about the drugs idea when a buzz vibrated in his pocket. He pulled the wallet, blinking that the app was issuing a new alert.
For a brief moment, his heart flickered with beats of hope. His jaw dropped and he showed it to Asha. “Look! The signature is back, and it’s not in the Moscow river at all. No wonder we’ve found nothing all this time.”
He grit his teeth into an awkward smile like his mouth wasn’t used to the shape, and he almost hugged her.