Talking with orlandomuse

[mute_clay]

It had been a productive day. He'd found a place to work - making coffins (not proper ones but as close as it would get in The City where people didn't care about the dead)and he had managed to find a small apartment as well within walking distance of old trees. Not a forest but the trees were ancient and there seemed to be few people in the area and that would have to do. He'd have to get up early to go to work but that was okay. He didn't mind.

He had come back to Orlando's house to tell him. He knew he would be hurt. He might not show it but he would be. And Clay had tried so many times to make him understand why it was better this way. But he didn't. So few people did.

He'd packed his things and convinced Darth Maul to have a nap in the basket. Now he went in search of Orlando.