Ryoga tilted his head backk and rolled his arms around, his joints making a loud popping sound as he did so. He sighed and shuddered a little bit, thankful because he had the worst crick in his arms. Shaking his head, he pushd his otherwise shaggy brown hair behind his head, allowing his brown eyes to see from behind his glasses. Ryoga wasn't the most muscular or the strongest, but he did have enough muscle to not be considered a twig. it wasn't much, but it was something. He slid his hands into his hoodie pocket, as the night ws cold, and he needed some warmth.
He walked up to the house he had walking too, and knocked on the door, shuddering as the breath floated in front of his eyes, waiting for the occupant to open the door.
He walked up to the house he had walking too, and knocked on the door, shuddering as the breath floated in front of his eyes, waiting for the occupant to open the door.