Thomas looked around for a moment and then grabbed a cigarette, lightning it to try to keep calm. He recognized the place, and it was really freaking him out. Why the hell was he in a city full of hunters? He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes, the sunlight annoying him.
“Fuck…” He muttered to himself.
-sits on the floor and starts drawing-
-playing Devil May Cry serie-
Screw you, Nero. Where’s Dante?
-sits on the floor, starting drawing and humming softly-
-casually punches andbreaks bathroom’s mirror-
Thomas sat on the couch, trying to ignore that things, to pretend they weren’t there. He looked around, finding some papers and pencils on the coffee table. Maybe he could distract himself drawing something.
He smiled softly when Cora layed on his lap, comfortable, and looked at his drawings again, sighing and throwing the papers away, trying to forget that things.
-cleaning the bookstore, arranging his drawings on a briefcase-
