[ Herc shows up, though there's no small amount of irritation about the rush he needs to take to get there. he managed to throw on a coat, but the early morning air is crisp and makes the dark tattoos stand out against what little pale skin can be seen under the fabric.
he shoves his hands into his pockets and hunkers into the warmth of his coat, cap pulled low over his eyes. hats had never really been his thing— they were Chuck's field; but nowadays he had to take certain precautions.
from a distance, they almost look the same, father and son ]
wrong journal cause i'm lazy
he shoves his hands into his pockets and hunkers into the warmth of his coat, cap pulled low over his eyes. hats had never really been his thing— they were Chuck's field; but nowadays he had to take certain precautions.
from a distance, they almost look the same, father and son ]