dated june 7th

Somehow, Kieren's lost track of time again. He'd been at one of the little art studios that offered lessons, curled up in the corner to work on his paint techniques. It's dark by the time he gets out, tucking his supplies under his arm as he digs out his phone to send Sirius a text to let him know where he is, apologising for letting the time slip away from him. The moon is bright above him, guiding his way through the dark streets.

He's got a bit of a hike to get home, but if he cuts through a few of the alleys, he can reach the bus stop and get the last bus before they stop running for the evening. He's still texting, grinning as he lets Sirius know that he's more than willing to make up for being late when a sound cuts him off. He doesn't drop his phone, but clutches it tighter. In the middle of a dark alley, Kieren starts to second-guess the brilliance of this plan.

"Hello?" he calls out warily, holding onto his bag a little tighter, both to protect it and to make himself feel a bit smaller. Fear pounds through him, seeing as now if something happens to him, he doesn't have his undead status to help him through the worst of it. "Hello, is someone there?"