"Ferocious angels watch me come and go ?"
His singing voice wasn't entirely terrible, but murmuring to a tune didn't really count as singing, did it' Even if it did, he abruptly stopped as he realized what song was playing on repeat in his mind. He frowned faintly, mismatched eyes moving over the road before him, as he forced the tune away with an effort of will.
Even after well over a year of walking the streets of Rhy?Din, he was still capable of getting lost every now and then. Having made a delivery on the outskirts of town, he was coming from a new direction, and wasn't entirely sure of where he was. He glanced to the sky, and let out a light curse under his breath. He needed to stop for directions, not an activity he was fond of. After a few annoyed looks from people bustling about, on their lunch breaks no doubt, an older man out for a stroll directed him to his destination. A change of course was needed, and he thanked his benefactor before taking necessary action.
Perhaps a block away from the jewelry shop, there was a young girl selling long-stemmed roses from a basket hanging on her arm. She looked as though she might be near starvation, so he pressed an extra coin into her palm after selecting an unusual flower, white petals with scarlet whorls sweeping over them.
He was dressed a bit differently from his usual. Dark slacks instead of jeans, rusty button down just a bit more red than his usual earth tones. An attempt had been made to comb his hair, as evidenced by the mess being aligned in a slightly different direction than it naturally fell.
A hand moved to his chest, absently, before he pulled open the door to the shop and stepped in, rose held lightly in the other. A small smile manages to make itself known, as he takes a look around, seeking one employee in particular.
Even after well over a year of walking the streets of Rhy?Din, he was still capable of getting lost every now and then. Having made a delivery on the outskirts of town, he was coming from a new direction, and wasn't entirely sure of where he was. He glanced to the sky, and let out a light curse under his breath. He needed to stop for directions, not an activity he was fond of. After a few annoyed looks from people bustling about, on their lunch breaks no doubt, an older man out for a stroll directed him to his destination. A change of course was needed, and he thanked his benefactor before taking necessary action.
Perhaps a block away from the jewelry shop, there was a young girl selling long-stemmed roses from a basket hanging on her arm. She looked as though she might be near starvation, so he pressed an extra coin into her palm after selecting an unusual flower, white petals with scarlet whorls sweeping over them.
He was dressed a bit differently from his usual. Dark slacks instead of jeans, rusty button down just a bit more red than his usual earth tones. An attempt had been made to comb his hair, as evidenced by the mess being aligned in a slightly different direction than it naturally fell.
A hand moved to his chest, absently, before he pulled open the door to the shop and stepped in, rose held lightly in the other. A small smile manages to make itself known, as he takes a look around, seeking one employee in particular.