#splish splash this is trash

[franciscofontenelle]

setting: streets of cresthill meadows, kismet harbor

Unpacking books from various boxes had turned into his favorite pastime. And while there were many other duties to tend to, many other endeavors to pursue and forgotten friendships to nurture, ever since his return not too many weeks prior, Francisco found infinite bliss in negligence. Ignorance was a virtue and he called it his own, as he followed the sidewalk's lead toward the place he now called his home - again, after many years of skyscrapers towering above him on the country's opposing coast. Yes, ignorance was a virtue he called his own, as the box he carried, its contents scattered keepsakes he wasn't sure he actually needed, began to fail his trust. It announced itself slowly, the rip that threatened to burst the carton open and he only realized, once books and pictures and shattered porcelain were painting a mildly tragic picture to his feet. A sigh, as frustrated as it was silent, fell from his lips and he lowered his arms to either side of his lean body, the broken box defeated by gravity's compelling command. "For fuck's sake," he muttered, now knowing that getting up this morning had been a mistake. @dilaraxbaysal