Re: Orchrios - Shipping District
Morning, the bane of any human in the planet, and of course, the only incentive Vargas needed to rise and shine, going through the motions to the beginning of a normal and uninteresting life, like always. Long gone were the days where he punched punks for a living, and short he was on income and food, but none of that bothered the seasoned worker, who went about moving out of his apartment with a smile in his face.
New day, new work, he thought as he walked, whatever the new job may’ve been the man was certain he would find some kind of enjoyment out of it, he always did. He would have gone done some morning exercise, but morning was demanded of him, and he didn’t have any trouble with it.