The Universe's Mixer

Aidan was doing better. He'd come down off of the blood drunk after finding a place to stash himself and wait it out. It was a small apartment. The key had somehow appeared in his coat pocket. There were clothes in the closet that were similar to the sorts of clothes that he would have picked for himself. There was plenty of room in the fridge for the blood, and every time he opened it to make sure it hadn't gone anywhere, there seemed to be more of it.

After standing in the shower for so long that it began to run icy, Aidan dressed and made for the outside. He didn't know what he was doing, or where he was going, but he sure as hell wasn't going to waste this opportunity sitting inside. Even if he did kind of just want to glut himself on the blood.

This was a real city. Cars, people, streetlights and stores. Just the various smells were enough to make him happy. But the sights and sounds were also wonderful. He'd never thought he would have missed exhaust so much. Or gum on the bottom of his shoe.

He did stop to pull that off, leaning against a building and using a stick to scrape at it.