So Micolash is homeless, but secretly camps out at the library. That's no long term living arrangement, but fuck it. That's a problem for another day.

“Sounds awesome,” he forces himself to smile. “Do you mind if I walk back with you?”

He's also really hoping to find a thrift store along the way. Someone with as much knowledge of blood as Micolash must know how sticky it gets as it dries. Not fun.