|Ashton Anchors (zweimalgebissen) wrote in marinasylum,|
@ 2011-06-18 20:09:00
|Entry tags:||ashton anchors, conrad weller|
[ Closed ]
[ It's late in the evening, and Ashton finally managed to scrounge together those supplies after spending time with Hiling earlier in the day. It wasn't exhausting, but the reality of the past few days was finally catching up to him and it weighed heavily on him as he turned the handle of the apartment door.
The sound of stone grinding against metal is unmistakable and, once inside, his eyes find Conrad's form across the room, hunched over with the sword in his lap and a whetstone in-hand. So much for getting to his room stealthily. He clutched the brown paper bag close to his chest and stepped forward. ] Hi, Conrad.