Interstellar Bun
Buns In Space
It was drizzling. Normally that would be something Darling found charming. She would have stopped and marveled at how the neon lights reflected off of the shiny surfaces of the walls and damp ground. But any sort of joy that could have bubbled up in her at the sight had fizzled away, soured by the fact that she felt so alone. It was amazing to her right then that she could be around so many people, and experience such profound solitude.
Crossing her arms in a manner that was less defensive and more to keep herself from falling apart, Darling quickly made her way through the center of Diamond City. It was a place that was foreign enough to her that she wouldn't have even known where to go if she hadn't seen the small lettering that spelled out hope in the form of Detective.
The petite woman checked behind her back twice as she headed down the corridor, the rain pattering down to land on her nose, to slick her short pale blonde hair to the curves of her face and make it cling to the high collar of her rain coat.
It was at the door she paused. Going inside would be admitting that something was wrong, that Bruce really wasn't coming back on his own.
Holding her breath, she pushed the door open just enough to peer inside, her wide grey eyes ensuring that there was no way she could hide just how worried she was. One hand held her coat shut in the front as the other clung to the knob on the door. She felt like something of an intruder.
"Is this," she swallowed, still blinking water out of her eyes, "is this the detective agency?"
Crossing her arms in a manner that was less defensive and more to keep herself from falling apart, Darling quickly made her way through the center of Diamond City. It was a place that was foreign enough to her that she wouldn't have even known where to go if she hadn't seen the small lettering that spelled out hope in the form of Detective.
The petite woman checked behind her back twice as she headed down the corridor, the rain pattering down to land on her nose, to slick her short pale blonde hair to the curves of her face and make it cling to the high collar of her rain coat.
It was at the door she paused. Going inside would be admitting that something was wrong, that Bruce really wasn't coming back on his own.
Holding her breath, she pushed the door open just enough to peer inside, her wide grey eyes ensuring that there was no way she could hide just how worried she was. One hand held her coat shut in the front as the other clung to the knob on the door. She felt like something of an intruder.
"Is this," she swallowed, still blinking water out of her eyes, "is this the detective agency?"
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