Dorobo was still waiting for getting up at dawn to become easy. It had been almost three years since he'd started getting up a little earlier to go for a morning jog, but he still hated it. The first fifteen minutes or so were the worst, since the district wasn't lit quite well enough for Dorobo's brain to realise it was morning. But once the sun started to rise and the sky began to turn from black to scarlet, things started to get a little easier.
Dorobo found a good pace, breathing deeply as his feet pounded against the ground. He liked the district at this time. There wasn't anyone around to get in his way. No one around to tell him that a kid like him should be tucked up in bed.
He was on his own, free to do whatever he wanted.
Well, at least until his shift at the restaurant started.
He tried not to think about that. Instead, he looked down at his feet. He watched as they moved one in front of another, counting them in his head.
One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.
He didn't think he had to look up, no one was around to move in front of him. No one had any reason to be walking around at this time. Or so he thought, since he ended up running straight into the back of someone.
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WC: 241
Dorobo found a good pace, breathing deeply as his feet pounded against the ground. He liked the district at this time. There wasn't anyone around to get in his way. No one around to tell him that a kid like him should be tucked up in bed.
He was on his own, free to do whatever he wanted.
Well, at least until his shift at the restaurant started.
He tried not to think about that. Instead, he looked down at his feet. He watched as they moved one in front of another, counting them in his head.
One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.
He didn't think he had to look up, no one was around to move in front of him. No one had any reason to be walking around at this time. Or so he thought, since he ended up running straight into the back of someone.
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WC: 241