Cosmo dumped the meager supplies he'd gathered while him and Ev were wanderers onto the relatively clean mattress, and sorted through the various things he'd gathered. Some crucial clean rolls of gauze, a box of half-full Dora the Explorer bandaids, a bottle of amoxicillin tablets, a bottle of codeine pills - fuck, why was he even keeping these? - some Tylenol but he was down to a meager three pills, some alcohol pads, a knife..
Well, that was it for his medical supplies; a pitiful supply, but it'd kept him and Ev alive thus far. He pulled out the spare clothes and threw the medical supplies back into his bag as he changed. He took off his shoes and threw on some socks, since he'd already cleared what he'd claimed as his new bedroom of any debris left on the floor.
He brushed his hair with Ev's hairbrush he'd been carrying for her, and made a mental note to give it back later. He let out a sigh, his nerves shot. He was barely able to keep his hands from shaking, but he knew his continued reliance on Ev's presence was just going to hurt him.
He nervously looked at the window, which had cracked glass and lead out onto the fire escape. He needed to find someone to help him board that up, the thought of someone sneaking through that window in the night terrified him.
He took a deep breath in an attempt to quell his nerves, shoved his old clothes into his bag and slung it around his shoulder and walked out into the hallway in an attempt to find someone to help him. [abbr=Goes by Cosmo ;; he/him ;; short brown hair with flecks of natural red ;; 17y ;; skilled in basic first aid ;; no weapon preference ;; adopted by Ev]anger was better than everything else you gave me[/abbr]
WE ARE THE UNFORGIVEN
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[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]Wolfbite had his own apartment room settled, finding some furniture in the others to decorate. Though it was hardly fancy; it was enough to provide a comfortable living space. A bed, a couch, and a few loveseats were enough, right? The tall man wandered the hallways, moving up the stairs to check up on the residents. He had new joiners and he wanted to see if they were settling in alright. As he reached the top of the steps, he spotted the brunette he greeted earlier. "Cosmo? Is everything alright?"
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I JUST WANNA GET LOST IN YOUR LUNGS [div style="font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:1px"]WOLFBITE VOLKOV. ½ WOLFBUCK; DATING. BROKEN, BEATEN, BARELY ALIVE
﷽-â€â€Ââ€â€Â-–- PINTEREST & STORAGE & BIOGRAPHY --–-â€â€Ââ€â€Â﷽
as part of bearbones, you have been vored
The first and only person he saw wandering the halls was Wolfbite. He looked at the man cautiously, even if there was no reason for him to be suspicious around the leader.
"Not really- My window's cracked and leads onto the fire escape, I want to board up the glass section." Cosmo explained. He didn't think he'd have to explain in great detail as to why that unnerved him, plus he'd still be able to move it since he wouldn't be nailing up the frame or anything. Just.. He didn't want anybody peeping on him. [abbr=Goes by Cosmo ;; he/him ;; short brown hair with flecks of natural red ;; 17y ;; skilled in basic first aid ;; no weapon preference ;; adopted by Ev]anger was better than everything else you gave me[/abbr]
WE ARE THE UNFORGIVEN
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[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]A cracked window? Huh. That would be expected in a post-apocalyptic world. They didn't have any extra glass lying around to fix the window, but it was easy to find a substitute. "Mind if I help? I think we have some wood planks in the Costco." he responded, quirking an eyebrow as he searched his face.
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I JUST WANNA GET LOST IN YOUR LUNGS [div style="font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:1px"]WOLFBITE VOLKOV. ½ WOLFBUCK; DATING. BROKEN, BEATEN, BARELY ALIVE
﷽-â€â€Ââ€â€Â-–- PINTEREST & STORAGE & BIOGRAPHY --–-â€â€Ââ€â€Â﷽
as part of bearbones, you have been vored
[align=center][div style="width:355px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;color:#000;"][size=9pt][font=Georgia]"Hey, that's understandable! I wouldn't want a window in my room where someone could just look in anytime, it'd be really creepy! And since I'll most likely be sharing a room with you, Cosmo, then we'll have to fix that window as soon as possible." Ev resounded, rounding a corner only to speak up once she grasped the situation. She knew that Cosmo struggled with anxiety over things and so did she, but her main concern was her son. She came to a halt beside her child and tipped her head to acknowledge their leader. "Hello, Wolfbite. How are you doing today? You really wouldn't mind?"
She thought a little bit, inky black hair spilling over pink hoodie-clad shoulders. "Maybe that fellow with all the dogs can help too? If I can be honest, I really want to pet his dogs."
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me, an intellectual: breast - skullcrow
yo but linkin park defined the alternative music genre - aporia[/spoiler]
[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]A new voice was heard, snapping his head toward the feminine voice, flickering his chestnut eyes over the older woman; Ev was one of the newest additions, along with Cosmo. A mother and son. It wasn't strange to see couples joining together, but this was the first encounter of a mother and her child. Glancing between the two, he gave a nod toward Ev, acknowledging her presence. "I'm doing well, Ev. No, I wouldn't mind at all." The well-being of the Northerners were his top priority, he wouldn't mind helping them if completely necessary. "Advay? Yeah, sure. Follow me and we'll go find him, eh?"
[align=center][div style="font-size:14.1pt;line-height:0.9;color:#000;font-family:arial black"]  I DON'T EVER MIND SHARING OXYGEN â€â€Â
I JUST WANNA GET LOST IN YOUR LUNGS [div style="font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:1px"]WOLFBITE VOLKOV. ½ WOLFBUCK; DATING. BROKEN, BEATEN, BARELY ALIVE
﷽-â€â€Ââ€â€Â-–- PINTEREST & STORAGE & BIOGRAPHY --–-â€â€Ââ€â€Â﷽
as part of bearbones, you have been vored
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