Who Pietro, OTA Where Cafeteria When September 24th, Lunchtime What TBD Warnings TBD
Pietro's fingers ran along the edge of the steaming mug, a slight frown on his lips, leg twitching to a beat inside his mind, seeming some what anxious, and as always, looking rather awkward sitting still. He wanted a cigarette, but the coffee would have to do, and he took a long drink, throat burning slightly, lips curling at the mild shot of caffeine.