It’s been a fine start of the night for Arsène. Plenty of blood and liquor has been imbibed and as those are Arsène’s two favorite liquids, he’s quite content. He’s decides to take a walk to the next place he’s going, partly because he’s not sure quite where he is going but mostly because he enjoys the night and want to get the smoke out of his clothes. Of course he is walking with a cigarette so heaven knows how well that’s working.
The river is quite beautiful. He’s always loved water. And despised it, for what it makes him remember. But it’s easy enough to forget about it now. Almost.
He almost walks by the boy without a glance but his nose tells him he’s found a friend.