Who: Sneaky McGee and Eric Morgan What: Shadows and Light Where: Sneaky's shop When: Nowish Warnings: None as far as I can see, moderate swearing?
Eric wasn't particular about where he went to hide, sometimes. So long as it was dimly lit, and full of noise, he felt that it was a fine place. The shop he walked into matched his criteria and was crammed to the gills with stuff. He had his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, where he was fingering objects that comforted him. There was a metal pencil sharpener, a few pennies, a bit of string, and a nail file in one pocket, and in the other held a bit of copper wire, a bit of folded up tape, a golf pencil, and a map of the Underground, torn in half and folded into segments. He looked around the shop, feeling more at ease there than at a nightclub. He half wondered why, and the other half just decided not to question it and to try and relax.
He hadn't felt Them approaching since he walked in. He wondered what kept Them at bay. He wondered if They were just luring him into a false sense of security, but even Their voices weren't so loud in this store.