It was an active attempt to change up his life. Not that he had much of an idea of where the exact ******** he was starting, or if he was going about it in the right way. Or place. Seraphinite had picked up his pace for his quotas for the Negaverse, and Jericho had begun spending more time helping his parents--Melinda with her efforts around the church, David around the house--and perhaps frequenting sweet shops a bit more than he'd ever done in his life.
The slash across his chest had mostly healed by that point, and Ilian was quickly returning to his slot as a priority in Jericho's life. Something that, in his mind, was acceptable and a fix to a previous falter.
Which was partially why he was seeking out the General that evening. Grapevines had told Seraphinite someone was looking to someone to take over as a live-in tenant. And then had mumbled about other duties but Seraphinite realized he only had half--if even that--the story. It'd taken him a bit to even figure out who the ******** he was looking for--Aurostibite. That'd only helped so much, though he couldn't help but shake the sense of familiarity in the name. After sending out a few words here and there through the limited contacts he had to try and find this General, his efforts finally paid off.
Combat boots crunched against the pavement-turned-gravel of the alleyway, hands shoved in his pants' pockets as he waited. He could feel the energy signature approaching, and wondered how long it would be before the stronger Chaos aura attracted trouble. Not that Seraphinite was one to object to such things. He rolled his shoulders under the heavy weight of his jacket. Least being powered offered decent protection from the January night air.
kuropeco
title translation: i'll be nice to u if i need to sure PER BEFORE, LEMME KNOW IF I ******** UP~~~
