Welp. Better go find somewhere to sleep tonight.

Yawns.

#DaddyStanley

Struggles to sleep shivering from the cold also watching out for any rats that may cross him. Abandoned houses were fucking gross.

“Fuuuuck. Can't sleep. Hungry.” Stomach growls and stands erect cracking his back heading into town.

“How the fuck am I supposed ta' eat without any fuckin' money?!”

Didn't even notice Stanford or the guy walking past them.

Groans going to the back of a coffee shop knocking on the door. “Hey, buddy? I ain't got shit but wouldja spare a guy a donut or two?”

“Yeah, well fuck you and your donuts. Bet they taste like shit anyways.” Stuffs hands in jacket pockets walking across the street planting

>>self in a dimly lit alley way.

Frowns.

Sneezes.

Could've sworn he saw someone that looked like his brother earlier.

Oh, well. Time to hit the road and leave the place he once called 'home' behind but how the hell was he going to do that with an empty tank

And no cash whatsoever. Stealing always does the trick!

Still here.

“Good -urp- Afternoon, assholes.”

Fuuuuck.