puddles suck

who: drew and jocelyn
where: around abouts third street
when: mid afternoon

Drew walked up the slushy sidewalk, hands crammed down into his pockets, and his head down against the wind. It wasn't cold, really, just windy, and he felt soaked. Walking around Marquette while there was a huge melt of massive amounts of snow was messy at best, and with as many deep puddles as he'd trod through by accident, he was thoroughly uncomfortable. But, he didn't have a whole lot of choice in being out and about, either, so he was just...being out and about, only wet and gross feeling.

He'd gotten himself an apartment, though the term 'apartment' could probably be swapped with 'compartment' considering the size of the place. He could just about turn around and hook up his computer, and that was it. Okay, it was slightly larger than that, but it didn't feel larger than that. Especially after the much more upscale accommodations he'd been used to in the past few years. But he was on the run at the moment, and when one was on the run, you didn't get choices in fine living spaces. You took what you could get, and called it good. Either way he was sort of just out for a walk, familiarizing himself with the area, as well as making some sort of attempt to get a bit of food for himself. He was entirely lost in thought, and went to step off of a curb when his foot slid out from beneath him and he found himself sitting in a slusy puddle of doom.