Malachi pushed the door open and into the cold, salty air of California. The sea water slapped and washed over the stones below the small outcropping of gravel the diner stood on. Seagulls chirped and squaked overhead as he leaned down on the steel guardrail. He looked out between the infinite shades of blue and dark grey covering. Everything was slightly dimmed through his sunglasses and the smoke of a lit cigerette in his mouth slightly obscured this view, but it didn't bother him. Nor did the falling ash upim his leather jacket bother him, he just dusted it off onto his jeans and boots. He took the cig out and blew a dust ball of sickly grey into the air and sighed, is this what life was about? These little moments? He didn't put the tabaco filled tube back into his maw and rather focused on breathing in and tasting the sea breeze. He could smell rain was coming, and it quite made him relax. Between the beautiful scenery, smell of rain and salt, ocean splashing and birds calling, cigertte lit and seabreeze blowing...life was good....life was good.
(Idk. Want to have Y/n drop by or something? )
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