Gods, Gold, and Glory
Goldie tosses the notepad back to him and gives him a thumbs-up, only to receive a scowl from the other male.
“Don’t fucking patronize me,” Darryl sneered as he takes the notepad away. He looks back at his poorly done illustration and sighs.
“Ugh. Just give me the shawarma. I’m hungry.”
On the other side of the city, in the university where Katcha is currently spending time in, she continues to cut off ribbons, but her bandaged finger sticks out from her field of view, eventually making her lose focus yet again. She fiddles with her bandaged finger, tempted to peel off the gauze to see if the cut has healed. She tries to think of a moment where she had injured herself, but her mind returns t