[beau]

Covey tugged at his mask as he walked down the street, adjusting it slightly. His other arm was wrapped around a paper bag of groceries - he would have to make a trip again some time this week, but these should be enough to tide him over for the week. Avoiding the busy streets during the week of Victory Day and his impromptu baking session had left his personal cupboards painfully bare. The cafeteria was always an option, but he liked keeping easy fix stuff in his room that he could snack on throughout the day or night. A cloak was loosely draped around his shoulders; a half-hearted attempt to conceal his wings from those who wouldn't care to look too closely at him. A balancing act of sorts to keep his identity concealed while not drawing too much attention.

A flickering streetlight caught the boy's attention and he paused to stare at it. Someone should really fix that up - maybe he could report it to someone or something. Who would he reach out to about that? The city? Or was it close enough to New League Tower to fall under their maintenance jurisdiction? Heck, he didn't know anything about who did what. Did the Tower even have a maintenance jurisdiction? Whatever. X would probably know, she seemed to know a lot of stuff.

With a yawn, Covey continued down his path. This night was too quiet. Gave him the heebie-jeebies.

[ @Willowfern ]