The Skull had needed a break; from Hare and his own brand of idiocy, those long hours out, and whatever else he got up to. Away from The Jack, too, the glitch was just giggling and cackling away in that room they found to shut him up in, and the way it had started to echoe was grinding his nerves.

A walk was the only thing he could do for now. Low on cash as he was he couldn't visit the one joint that'd serve him without much trouble, even if all he usually ordered was coal, just to have a place to sit in the corner away from 'home.'

Walking along, brim tilted low and coat collar flipped up. Fuck this city.