He'd spent the morning busking, then the afternoon at home with Phouka- But now as nightfall came he was out again. He'd been trying to decide between eating cake and going dancing when he'd spotted a small hedgehog wandering off down a dark alleyway. He was pretty pro-hedgehog, but it was, admittedly, odd to see one out for a stroll in the middle of London, and the pixie had soon toddled off after it.
"Uh oh," he said, observing a hint of neon light poking through a door to the other side that seemed to have been left slightly ajar. ...Which was odd, what with the whole door thing being more a metaphor than a physical thing. Frowning, he gave the door a shove, trying to nudge it closed, but for a thing that didn't have hinges, it seemed to be, uh, slightly off them. Damaged, in a way.
Frowning, he gave it a kick, but that just opened it slightly wider.
"Oh, that's not great. That's, actually, very not good. Possibly terribly bad, to be honest."
The hedgehog ignored him, shuffling past and through the crack.
"Uh oh," he said, observing a hint of neon light poking through a door to the other side that seemed to have been left slightly ajar. ...Which was odd, what with the whole door thing being more a metaphor than a physical thing. Frowning, he gave the door a shove, trying to nudge it closed, but for a thing that didn't have hinges, it seemed to be, uh, slightly off them. Damaged, in a way.
Frowning, he gave it a kick, but that just opened it slightly wider.
"Oh, that's not great. That's, actually, very not good. Possibly terribly bad, to be honest."
The hedgehog ignored him, shuffling past and through the crack.