His legs were wet.
The coffee shop was a frequent haunt of Issos', especially because he liked to sit here and keep an eye out for certain blue eyed Death Horsemen - but barring that, it was simply a good place to come and have a nice, relaxing time. He liked watching the people come and go, he liked the food, and he liked the sense of warmth.
Or, in this case former warmth. The water was cold.
Issos sighed.
Something was floating near his feet, the flooded cafe still full of patrons as they slogged their way towards the door, or to the bathroom, or to anywhere else, really, where they weren't going to be sitting up to their knees in freezing water. Issos reached down and plucked up the object in question, peering at it.
A magazine. Issos frowned, flipping through a few pages, and -
"What the Jack -"
Quote:
NAME: Issos ( Chance Bones )
CLAN: Death
ARCANA: Hierophant
APPEARANCE:
CLAN: Death
ARCANA: Hierophant
APPEARANCE:
nio love
