InsaneJournal

Orpheus liked walking. It was a better way to travel, he thought, as he wandered with his guitar strapped to his back. Driving meant that people missed things, like the coo of the pigeons and the beat of feet on the pavement, and the chatter of people that made the music of the city. He looked up at the blue and orange sky and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the setting sun.

He also disliked cellphones. People just got so sucked into them, absorbed so that they missed everything they walked past. An excuse, also, not to toss a few coins into the hat he'd had out as his fingers tripped skillfully over the guitar strings while he busked in the shadow of the library. The music these people were missing…

His dislike for technology meant that he hadn't bothered messaging Alan to see if he was home tonight. He thought, why not just rock up, he was in the neighborhood, and if Alan wasn't there then so be it. Orpheus skipped a little, hands in pockets, looking up at he apartment buildings he was passing. He could feel an immortal buzz from somewhere close, so he definitely had the right place. He stepped up to the front door and opened it just as another man was heading out.

"Lovely evening," he said politely with a nod and an easy smile.