“Hmm… Weather is looking lovely today.” Kenny mumbled, newspaper unfolding with a light crumpling of the back pages as he would look up at the partially cloudy sky above. Today reminded him of one he held dear when he was still a mortal - not because of the sunny sky or fluffy white clouds in the sky, but because of the feeling of joy in the pit of his stomach. After biting the child and feeding for the first time he felt more than alive! He felt like he could do anything without worry of failure.
Sitting nonchalantly, one leg crossed over the other on a park bench during a sunny afternoon in a suit seemed strange, but he was merely taking it all in around him. He was enjoying his surroundings, the scent of the grass, the heat of the sun’s rays beating down on him, and the sound of the fountain’s gentle pitter patter made him all too relaxed as he enjoyed his evening on his own.
A cool breeze brushed over his dark locks with the daintiness of a mother’s still hand gently ruffling his hair. With a content sigh he further slumped into the bench. He rolled his shoulders and positioned his newspaper to his side as he folded it back up. There was nothing in it but bad news it seemed, at least the weather provided a more tender appeal to the eye than Hargeon’s paper. It was a bright and sunny day, the sun was in full beam as golden rays shined down on the town, but the chill of autumn was still overbearing the beached population so there wasn't a need shorts and a T-shirt anymore. No, Kenny could finally break out his suit collection.
In his new attire Kenny sought to dress more professionally, more so people would take him seriously than landing his next big job interview. Who knew when he may run into someone or something that may change his life? He wanted to look handsome whoever or whatever fell to him next. His symphony blue suit was form fitting, it made him look a tad bit slender than he was, but that was a consequence of looking good. With his blazer open and his black undershirt exposed he undid the top button, “Thing is gonna suffocate me, but that’s the burden of a sharp dressed man…”
One leg crossed over another, his arms rested on the back of the bench, sprawled out on either side of him as he watched people passed by. With a low yawn he would throw his head back and close his eyes. A little rest never hurt did it?