(-550 credits) He takes his blades and adjusts them inside his coat with his combat knife. He walks out of the shop and smiles at the dog again as he continues walking down the street with half of his melon soda float left. He scratches under his eye, picking at his dark circle. [i]I need sleep[/i] he thinks as he heads to the park to freeload of a bench, or whatever he can find to sleep on. [u][b]Curtain[/b][/u]