Gift Wrapping (p)

The now tanned Ganki walked along the inner walls of the village, his hnads tucked neatly into his black jeans, his blue v neck fluttering a bit with the harsh sandy winds that blew. The sandy village seemed like one big dust bowl to him, if he had know the weather was like this... With a flash back of how he got here, his mind traced else where, he remembered how he got here now. It was all because of a wrong turn, a flipping wrong turn. Nevertheless, Ganki did love the wonderful hospitality that was offered to him. Such nice people, in such a harsh place like this?
 
The man's footsteps were brought to a stop, his figure faced directly towards the walls, trying to keep within the shadows of the walls. Four feet away, he eyed them up and down, till finally he walked closer only to rest his back against the wall, staying out of the heat rays. A soft groan he made too, the walk to get to where he was, was terrible. Taking only mere glances at them, he could tell that these walls were not as fortified as his own home village. Ganki smirked, could this be an opportunity?
 
The man had knew the changes that were coming about him, with an instant, his figure would disappear as fast as the eye could blink, maybe even faster, teleporting out of the area FTG style, with plans.
 
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