Kyuhyun had found himself brushing his hand on the cloth, his hands originally drowned into a bucket of fish his father had recently collected for the shop, to sell. It makes a pretty donation, enough to get them through the week, and occasionally a month. They were on the touching tips of poverty, but never fully. It was just the higher-ups, and the rich, fucking them over, fucking most of them over at least.

But could he ever fully blame them? No..., he was friends with many that were of that higher status, not all of them were as ever as cruel as some others he met. He lifted his head up, shaking it after the careless zone of his thoughts. Now's not the time for that bullcrap, he said to himself. Maybe being near the stand, near the river, and everything that made him the way he was getting to him, he needed to leave.

After taking care of the last few fish, he sauntered off from the good ol' shop, adjusting the gat and just aimlessly wandered around. It was typically quiet, at least around the territory he lived. But he knew it wouldn't stay like that the more he walked around. Maybe I should try to talk to someone... he thought, a sigh leaving his lips.

People.... Sucked. Of course, of course they do. It was just the same old chatter he'd hear way too many times before when he aimlessly stood near the stand all the way home. It was a conversation he could never get away from.

Nobody was new, no one gave him a reason to think differently... All of them were just the same