i don't mind compassion
Why the fuck is he here again? It's hot and humid and his clothes are clinging to his skin in an entirely uncomfortable way. Oh yeah. Because he's a greedy son of a bitch and he wants all the shiny things. He grits his teeth as he pushes through the brush until he reaches an opening, pausing to examine a long scratch on his arm. How the fuck.. Oh well. He'll patch it up when he gets home.
He's got a rope tied to his hip and a burlap sack on his back. He's mostly after exotic animals he can trade to people coming into the port but fancy plants and herbs will do just well. He's not sure if he'll actually find anything but it's worth it to get out of the city. Or he keeps trying to tell himself that. Honestly? He wishes he was just under some pretty thing but hey.. The uh.. jungle is pretty.. cool? Yeah. That's.. it.
He's got a rope tied to his hip and a burlap sack on his back. He's mostly after exotic animals he can trade to people coming into the port but fancy plants and herbs will do just well. He's not sure if he'll actually find anything but it's worth it to get out of the city. Or he keeps trying to tell himself that. Honestly? He wishes he was just under some pretty thing but hey.. The uh.. jungle is pretty.. cool? Yeah. That's.. it.
just not on my dime
LOCKE
