[ He's finally left his biome, now that he knows what it is and, to some degree, what's going on. The whole 'being able to fly' thing? Still a little strange. But he's working on absorbing the weirdness of this place a little at a time.
What he didn't expect was to see something that reminded him so vividly of home. A girl in the hall, the aerosol smell of spray paint, and what is very obviously some sort of gang sign being tagged in the center of the hallway.
No. No, he just got here, and this is all kinds of trouble. He wants no part of it.
So, Sam does what he'd always done: duck his head, avoid eye-contact, and attempt to keep walking past. ]
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What he didn't expect was to see something that reminded him so vividly of home. A girl in the hall, the aerosol smell of spray paint, and what is very obviously some sort of gang sign being tagged in the center of the hallway.
No. No, he just got here, and this is all kinds of trouble. He wants no part of it.
So, Sam does what he'd always done: duck his head, avoid eye-contact, and attempt to keep walking past. ]