Homeless;

[coffee_aficionado]

Ha…

It has been some time, my friend. You’ve pushed and pulled me quite a bit over these years, but it seems like it is finally time.

Only the bravest man ventures out into the darkness when there is safety within their home. I would like to think that I am that man, and I thank you for letting me out the cell that is your mind.

Now, be a man and find me a home where these clipped wings can finally fly.

Comments

[perceivesjustice]

You sure seem to be well aware of what it takes to be a man, sir.

[coffee_aficionado]

Ha... why if it isn't Trite's little protege. Not yet a man, but still fighting his way through the bitter battles of the law.

[perceivesjustice]

Trite? Oh, you mean Mr. Wright.

Well, I guess I am still a rookie, but you seem to have a pretty critical idea of what "being a real man" or whatever is.

[coffee_aficionado]

Critical? I suppose that I can be a bit critical, but it comes from multiple cups of the deep brew that some call life.

[yatagarasu]

And only the bravest man - or woman - sheds light upon the darkness even when there's safety in his - or her - home, right?

[coffee_aficionado]

Ah. A Filly after my own heart, a rare treat indeed.

[yatagarasu]

[A proud grin.]

I think of myself more as a raven than a filly, though.

[coffee_aficionado]

That... is another good choice.

[ Considering that the raven's wings were the same color as a strong brew of coffee. Godot is very not disappoint. ]

[yatagarasu]

Thanks! It is my job after all, as the Yatagarasu - the noblest of noble thieves!