dark whine murk // minx b

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It's not illegal to hop trains mid transit, but hey, nothing in life comes free y'know? 

The train stops in district five just enough for the knock on Lorenzo's watch to stare at his adam's apple, that bullseye stuck in his throat as he sneaks out the train door. Backpack and mask, suitcase rolling like this is his stop and he doesn't scan his work permit on his way out; work travel ain't free. Well, it is, but not morally and he can't really afford to get caught in Kahinta's late rebellion alongside skipping districts for the hell of it. He'll catch the next train to district four and he'll catch up with his favorite twink -- Minx! 

Minx Almstrom- Alhmstring? Lorenzo's never tried to say his last name out loud, really, haven't really talked to him in the past month since their last phone call. He lives near the train station, the address tucked away on ripped notebook paper that he had stuffed in his backpack. The city in five feels thicker in his lungs, coming from the fresh fields of ten. Travel's supposed to be a good thing, right? Other parts of the world are supposed to be something, like, good? Not so heavy in his breaths, the air feels dirtier. 

It's sticky by the time he knocks on Minx's door, thinking it's the right place. 

It looks nicer than expected, honestly. Nicer than middle class in Ten, way nicer. Jean jacket muggy in its pits and he's ready to get in some damn air conditioning or something, looking around the street. He can't tell if he's nervous for train hopping or for meeting Minx again, or for leaving Saff with Quinn -- hopefully his hair looks nice. He's brushed his teeth on the edge of his jacket sleeve on the train ride, thinking of home. Thinking of Marlboro, oddly enough -- Marlboro and Kieran, and the fact that he didn't know who the mayor of Five was. 

"Minx?" The door opens, "Minx!" Brother! 

Lorenzo lights up some, feeling the cold breeze of his living room. It's weird that Minx isn't the same kid from the t.v. anymore, everything's been changing without Enzo even knowing -- "thank god, I feel like if I got lost here I would have gotten stabbed or some shit." He says, trying to feel in place all over again. Where were they on that phone call? Hmm. 

"Can I come in? It smells like ass out here."