First message
I stalk down the city streets, my spear in its holder across my back, my wings tightly folded agaisnt me. another day.. still no fighting. most I ever get to do now is train. which still sucks, because nobody is around my level. I feel like I'm being suffocated. I sigh to myself, glancing down at the grocery bag in my hand, filled with stuff from that list my roommate gave me. so much of it just seems.. unnecessary? whstever. I walk up to the front door, going inside, and glancing around hey.?