Big Deadly City (Feat. Dr Draconias Myth) - 3

100 Foxtrot Avenue, Arkahimious, 12:56 P.M

Daniel and Draconias arrived at the property which Ferolian Ferox is renting. Draconias crossed the busy road over to the hotel on the other side. Daniel could finally breathe easily; that man had been irking him with his intense character.

Daniel knocked on the door. Ferolian opened it.

Ferolian was a tall man, halfway between Daniel’s height and Draconias’ height. His hair was very messy, like he hadn’t groomed it in a month. He stank of alcohol and vomit. Daniel didn’t even want to know the origins of the stains that lined his red shirt. His hair was red, and his eyes were redder, he probably hadn’t slept well in a while. The colour of his irises was blue, but Dan worried that the lines of red would turn them purple. He had a bit of facial hair and a bit of dried toothpaste on his lip. His pants were on backwards.

“How do I look?” Ferolian asked in a tired warn voice.

“Like trash.” Daniel proclaimed.