[ It was cold. Granted, Clyteus was always cold; being reptilian for the most part, his human form didn't get the part about maintaining an appropriate internal temperature in cooler weather very well. Particularly without a churning pit of embers in his abdomen. All he had currently was a sinking feeling. ]
Fuck. [ He checked his watch again, rolling up the sleeve of his trenchcoat to see the hands of it. 25 minutes had passed and he'd been here 10 early to boot. 15 if you counted the "nonchalant" cursory walk around Madison Square Park as well. But he wasn't. ]
no subject
Fuck. [ He checked his watch again, rolling up the sleeve of his trenchcoat to see the hands of it. 25 minutes had passed and he'd been here 10 early to boot. 15 if you counted the "nonchalant" cursory walk around Madison Square Park as well. But he wasn't. ]