by Tiran Cora » Tue Aug 28, 2012 8:20 pm
Tiran looked around his room after taking the last box from his parents, it was a collection of materials to make footwear. He hugged them goodbye and essentially shoo'd them out of the room. As he started unpacking and setting up his room, his thoughts strayed to the shoes he would make first. He should probably make an extra set of his own boots, just in case. He made sure his fedora looked okay and smoothed out the wrinkles on his trench coat before getting back to work, he was concentrating on setting up his mini-fridge and making sure everything would have a place to be plugged in.
A single rose can be my garden...a single friend, my world. ~Leo Buscaglia.
Favorite quote!