“what’s a little thing like you doing in a place like this?” the older guy asked, leaning in the doorway of the Whyte Wyrm.
“i can be here if i want to be.” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself.
the guy laughed, stepping out of the doorway and approaching you, “here, do us both a favour and leave, place like this isnt for someone who looks like you.” he took off his jacket and put it over your shoulders, “dont get hypothermia on your way home.”
“what about your jacket?”
“bring it back when you actually know what entering this place really means.” he winked, “got it?”
*****
fuck man i suck at FP























