He sighed as he trudged out of his small bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his thin waist, but there wasn’t really anyone to hide from. A cruddy little apartment, a hole in the wall for one. And most day’s he didn’t even feel like he took up that much space even. He’d gotten off work a little over an hour ago, grabbed some cheap food and went home. Contemplated for a few minutes if it was worth showering and just barely got up the motivation to wash off the stink of retail work.
He sat on the edge of the twin bed and stared at the wall, sure that the next day would be just as mind numbingly-
***BOOM!!***
He was sent ass over tea kettle as an explosion of purple smoke and fire blasted out of the tiny closet next to his bed. Most of his clothing… would have been destroyed if they weren’t sitting in a hamper several day’s due for the laundry mat. He let out a shocked squawk of alarm and stood up in a rush. Well most of the way up, his was semi crouched in fear, wide bleary brown eyes peering over his bed. He swept the still wet hair away, just a bit too long it hung in his eyes. And somehow he still had the towel on, and one hand clutched it like the last life line he had.