!Gerard Way

Who: Gerard and Brendon Urie
Where: Chicago
When: Backdated to March 11

Brendon rolls out of his car into the cold morning and blinks at the bright sunlight. "God sunglasses, got to remember to get myself some sunglasses," he mutters to himself. "It's winter, who needs sunglasses in winter?" He shrugs into his hoodie and adds a scarf and wishes for gloves. What he should be wishing for is a job, but with no qualifications beyond his high school diploma and no actual resume, he's not sure where to start. He can be persuasive, but he needs a place to be persuasive in and with no actual skills he is really not sure what he can do, outside of being the preacher's son. "Breakfast, let's start with breakfast and move on from there." He hunches into his hoodie and shoves his hands in his pocket, before he starts wandering randomly, ending up in front of a cosy looking cafe where maybe he can convince them to let him have some coffee for not much money, well no money actually.