Scene Sunday #56
Omega greets his tiny friends again after getting his coat cleaned. 100 words.
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"Thanks."
Omega scooped up his jacket and turned away, rounding the corner before letting himself slip through space, landing in his dusty bedroom at the shelter. He sighed, pulling back the covers on the disused bed to reveal the clean sheets underneath, and sat down.
Grasping his jacket by both shoulders, he flicked it gently and let it unfurl. Then he checked on the right side pocket, hovering his hand over the sealed opening. He smiled as the seal wavered, then dissolved to reveal a tiny skull peeking out at him.
"Hey. Washing's done, you guys can come out now."