C195 A Year Later Crocodile
"Aren't you leaving?" The middle-aged man, bundled up against the cold, asked the heavier-set man before him.
"I... I'd like to wait a bit longer," the plump man replied, his eyes briefly darting away as he spoke in a hushed tone.
This was his home, after all. He had no family to speak of and certainly no money to venture elsewhere.
"Sigh... well, good luck to you," the middle-aged man said