Aaron lounged about in a alley by himself half asleep, Â hands behind his head and a content and lazy sigh of content. His hair hung closely over his eyes and glowed in the light peering from the buildings overhead in Ul'Dah. His gentle solitude was interrupted by a newspaper article smacking his foot. One eye quirks open showing silvery white almost cat like irises as he peered down at the paper and grabbed it reading a page that caught his eye with the word "Crofte". His mind flashed back to two people who he heard with that name, one being the Sultansworn he saw embarrass Otto in a spar, the other being and Elezen he saw by him at the grindstone a few weeks ago.Â
". . . . . Not my problem. Â ." He shrugged tossing the paper into the wind and going back to sleep in the alley propped up against a brick wall.
"Hope the lady turns out ok, if not then tragic. " he says lightly sympathetic as he dozed back off.
". . . . . Not my problem. Â ." He shrugged tossing the paper into the wind and going back to sleep in the alley propped up against a brick wall.
"Hope the lady turns out ok, if not then tragic. " he says lightly sympathetic as he dozed back off.
Kevin Gates - Told Me
