A shy sort of smile curled his lips as he took the blanket. He only had one, which was hard to deal with in the winter if the heat went out. So having an extra was a good thing. Dal got cold pretty easily, someone else told him once it's because he's so skinny. He's not so sure about that, but extra warmth is always appreciated, especially in the colder months of the year.
"Thanks," he added before wandering off and disappearing through the shelter doors. Never mind that little pep in his step. He's easily moved when people are nice to him. He got what he needed -- some fresh socks and a few handfuls of condoms thrown in a plastic shopping bag -- and headed back to his room to drop the bag off before heading back out to work.
For a while, things seem pretty normal. Other than that whole serial killer thing. Dal didn't hear or see anything unusual. Until a few weeks later when he noticed a familiar face absent from his block. When he asked around and found out no one else had seen him since the day before... Dal fished out his phone to text Gabriel.
someone I knows missing noones seen him since day before
He went on with his painfully punctuation-free typing to describe the guy and give him a name. Tommy. That's all he knew, no last name. They may have shared a block, but they didn't share personal details. Tommy was a little older than him, he figured, and they'd often chat about work and the people they see. There was quite a bit of overlap in their customers. It made for interesting chatter over coffee at four in the morning.
Surely if a new body was discovered, the word would be out by now. Dread built up in his heart, and he spent a good part of the night checking out the shelters and flop houses to see if he could find Tommy. He kept texting Gabriel updates with each stop. He started losing hope that maybe he was just sick or laid up.
no subject
"Thanks," he added before wandering off and disappearing through the shelter doors. Never mind that little pep in his step. He's easily moved when people are nice to him. He got what he needed -- some fresh socks and a few handfuls of condoms thrown in a plastic shopping bag -- and headed back to his room to drop the bag off before heading back out to work.
For a while, things seem pretty normal. Other than that whole serial killer thing. Dal didn't hear or see anything unusual. Until a few weeks later when he noticed a familiar face absent from his block. When he asked around and found out no one else had seen him since the day before... Dal fished out his phone to text Gabriel.
someone I knows missing
noones seen him since day before
He went on with his painfully punctuation-free typing to describe the guy and give him a name. Tommy. That's all he knew, no last name. They may have shared a block, but they didn't share personal details. Tommy was a little older than him, he figured, and they'd often chat about work and the people they see. There was quite a bit of overlap in their customers. It made for interesting chatter over coffee at four in the morning.
Surely if a new body was discovered, the word would be out by now. Dread built up in his heart, and he spent a good part of the night checking out the shelters and flop houses to see if he could find Tommy. He kept texting Gabriel updates with each stop. He started losing hope that maybe he was just sick or laid up.