We're concentrating on falling apart

Subject: We're concentrating on falling apart Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:18 pm

As he walked, Mike passed several stores he knew were selling weapons. He barely looked at them, a faint smile on his lips. On the corner of a street, he stopped and took out his wallet. "Two hundred," he counted. It was all he had with him, and he probably didn't have much more in the house. Silently, he crossed the street and entered a flower shop. His cheeks were red from the cold and the embarassment of being found in such a place.

Subject: Re: We're concentrating on falling apart Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:26 pm

Mike silently looked at the refrigerated roses behind a glass door. "How much is a nice bouquet of these?" he asked the saleslady, pointing a species of pastel roses and speaking very slowly since his head was still spinning. "Ninety," the women replied. Mike's eyes widened a little. "I'll have these," he decided. The woman prepared them and wrapped them up for Mike to take. Once Mike had paid, he walked out, still very quiet. The cold air make his lips turn darker. He wasn't sure what he was looking for.

Subject: Re: We're concentrating on falling apart Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:31 pm

Mike walked for long minutes under the falling snow. He was so cold he didn't even have the strenght to shiver, and the holes in the back of his shirt didn't help. He wondered what would make William happy but nothing came to mind instantly. Still, his feet - and nose, because he could perceive the sweet aroma from where he was - led him inside a bakery. He ended up buying a bag full of pastries, one of each kind they had, and was left with only fifty dollars. He figured it was time to get back home.