Warren Castille was not happy. The man stood as he always had beside one of the central pillars in the Quicksand but his attention had strayed briefly from the crowds. It was actually a quieter night than he'd been expecting but it was still early, the sun just barely edging off under the horizon. His focus wasn't on the empty tables or quietly murmuring patrons but instead on the pillar itself.
How has no one caught the person doing this? It's in the center of the damned building.
There were a number of letters adorning the pillar, some written and some engraved - engraved! - into the stone there. Warren frowned and attempted to convince himself he couldn't possibly be the only WC in the world.
He folded his arms and scanned the crowd as he resumed his vigil. He could use a friendly face or two.
Kids, probably. It's always those silly kids.
How has no one caught the person doing this? It's in the center of the damned building.
There were a number of letters adorning the pillar, some written and some engraved - engraved! - into the stone there. Warren frowned and attempted to convince himself he couldn't possibly be the only WC in the world.
He folded his arms and scanned the crowd as he resumed his vigil. He could use a friendly face or two.
Kids, probably. It's always those silly kids.
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