|| This is more of a stress-reliever type role play for me, just to get my mind off things and focus. Not a very big and probably will die after a short amount of time. || The brightness of the damp screen cut through the thick fog that settled around Dexter. im at home lol. wanna come over?? Dexter looked around the desolate parking lot, his steps echoing over the puddle ridden cement. The street lights flickering every so often. A quiet, almost creepy setting. If only some one else was here, he'd probably feel a little bit better. His left thumb then got to work. maybe later, bunny. your house is fucking far. Send. He then shoved his phone and hand into the warm retreat that was his pockets. Dexter had on a crisp black leather jacket, a soft black hoodie underneath. He had on monochrome camo joggers that was cuffed at the ankles, with worn black keds. He had the hood on his head. The male carried an old dog tag and his phone, and of course, his tattered wallet with about, what... 19 bucks inside? 'Heeeereeee's johnny~' His phone chimed, notifying him of a new text. Dexter pulled the hand that grasped onto the iphone. aight . It was the second day of the thick fog that had nestled into his hometown, and no one really took mind of it for now even though days were rather dark. It was early Autumn, and the temperature was a very chilly 53, or 11 in Celsius. Puffs of breath was immediately swallowed by the ominous fog.