Circadian [Blitz ~ Thundy]

He walked down the street, hands in his pockets as his breath curled in front of him in wisps of pearly fog. He had just delivered some soap for his mother, and his hand clutched the few bits of money that the lady had given him. When he got home his mother would tell him to take half, but he would always insist that he didn't need it, she could keep it. He had to tell her this every time. She never understood that he didn't need the money, he worked enough jobs, any he could get his hands on, and that it was he that payed for most everything. Of course, he did his best to make sure she didn't realize it, slipping the money into her wallet when she wasn't looking, pretending to use her money when shopping when he really used his own.

There was a faint dusting of snow beneath his feet, and it worried him some. True, it was the middle of winter, but that didn't mean there weren't plants that needed to be harvested now, like a few different flowers that his mother used for her perfume. This snow would probably kill them before they could harvest them. Maybe he should go do that now, before too many died of the cold. Even if he was too late he might be able to gather some seeds. If he planted them in small pots in his room then he would be able to keep from worrying about them. But the pots would be another expense. Oh well, the plants would pay for themselves within a couple seasons anyway.