04-08-2017, 05:11 PM
When there was no response, he simply continued forward as he searched for his bag, finding it and crouching beside it as he dug some clothes out. Grimacing and holding his side as he pushed himself back up to his , taking his things into the bathroom to get cleaned up. He was quiet and took his time as he did, not wanting to disturb the peace of the place that wasn't his. It took him a while to actually get all the blood off and get some new clothes on before heading out again, throwing out the bloody, torn fabrics and then searching the kitchen for something to eat.
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