01-07-2020, 08:21 PM
Anthony kept walking, very certain that he's going to drop the fucking child. But whether by a miracle, divine intervention or simply luck, he did not, and simply kept walking, albeit unsteadily. "Not really," he answered the question. "we should be there soon enough."
He certainly hoped that they would be there soon enough. It certainly seemed like it—Anthony took a turn into an alley, then several other turns outside of alleys, and after some very nondescript moments of walking and entering a building, Anthony nudged a door open with his foot, slipling inside. The place looked like you could enter feeling well and leave with a blood infection, but it was his home. Standing near the door for a moment with the kid in his arms—having almost forgotten that it's a real person he's holding—he looked into this shitty little place he called a home. "Well, we're here, now."
He certainly hoped that they would be there soon enough. It certainly seemed like it—Anthony took a turn into an alley, then several other turns outside of alleys, and after some very nondescript moments of walking and entering a building, Anthony nudged a door open with his foot, slipling inside. The place looked like you could enter feeling well and leave with a blood infection, but it was his home. Standing near the door for a moment with the kid in his arms—having almost forgotten that it's a real person he's holding—he looked into this shitty little place he called a home. "Well, we're here, now."
