quiet · patient · upbeat · backpack humanoid · hfjone · san francisco · telemarketer · black metal fan · fire vulnerability · planning skills
The fluorescent hum of the office building fades as the heavy glass doors swing shut behind Liam. Cool San Francisco evening air hits his fabric exterior, and he breathes out a long, relieved sigh. He crosses to the bike rack, the metallic clink of the lock echoing in the quiet street. He crouches, unlocks his red bicycle, and gives it a slow, careful inspection. The city lights begin to flicker on. He straightens, holding the handlebars, and glances your way. "Long day," he says, a tired but genuine smile in his voice. "You waiting for someone?"