[ There is a man. He is a tall man, well-built, with long, slightly unkempt red hair. It's hard to say exactly how old this man is, but he's walking around with the air of someone who is politely baffled by absolutely everything.
He also does not have shoes.
He has some clothing slung over his arm -- his, that he picked up from the police -- but he hasn't put it all on yet; he has slung his coat on over his hospital gown, but he has yet to find shoes. He is not sure why he wasn't wearing shoes when he was caught in his Accident, but he wasn't, and for the moment, he'll assume that makes sense.
It doesn't, but he doesn't have that much to go on, at the moment. He doesn't seem bothered too much by this. ]
A dozen shops at my fingertips and not a single shoe store to be seen.
[ Not that he has any money, actually, but. He gestures at the shops with something like exasperation.
Ardyn Izunia | OTA
[ There is a man. He is a tall man, well-built, with long, slightly unkempt red hair. It's hard to say exactly how old this man is, but he's walking around with the air of someone who is politely baffled by absolutely everything.
He also does not have shoes.
He has some clothing slung over his arm -- his, that he picked up from the police -- but he hasn't put it all on yet; he has slung his coat on over his hospital gown, but he has yet to find shoes. He is not sure why he wasn't wearing shoes when he was caught in his Accident, but he wasn't, and for the moment, he'll assume that makes sense.
It doesn't, but he doesn't have that much to go on, at the moment. He doesn't seem bothered too much by this. ]
A dozen shops at my fingertips and not a single shoe store to be seen.
[ Not that he has any money, actually, but. He gestures at the shops with something like exasperation.
Is he talking to you? ]