WHO: Mal + OPEN TO ANYONE (uh... except maybe Caleb? lol) WHAT: Nothin' in particular WHERE: Pershing Square WHEN: Noon RATED: PG, for now
The city took more adjusting that Mal was hoping it would. He found himself missing his crew and their abilities to do... well, just about gorram anything. They had always gotten by-- he had always gotten by. Now he was lost in a city that shouldn't exist with an admittedly beautiful woman but it was all too strange and uncomfortable to do much beyond pretty talk. In his hand he held the deed to a run down all but abandoned office building he had managed to bribe from what was undoubtedly a werewolf in an Armani suit, but it still hadn't changed the fact he had still almost no inspiration to do anything with it.
"Somthins' better than nothin', I reckon." He mumbled to himself as he tucked it into his very worn brown jacket.