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moo star (illusional) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Cathal's hood was currently hanging down his back, so the tattoos on his face were clearly visible. They were inked into the skin of his face along with that of his scalp and neck. Anyone who looked at him head on or from the side could see that the tattoos were meant to imply the face of a fox. He knew that he was strange looking to some people. At Sevenwaters where everyone had been familiar with Johnny's band of warriors and on their island Inis Eala, no one even looked twice at him. But he had gained more than one or two strange glances since arriving here.

Still, his appearance seemed like nothing in comparison to the brightly colored hair of the witch who was currently ordering her food. The closest color he had to compare it to was Clodagh's hair, a rich coppery red. But it was nothing like this. Truth be told, Cathal had been more comfortable in the Renaissance theme than this new brightly colored machine oriented one. It put him out of his comfort zone and he got a little moody when that happened.

He finally remembered that she'd introduced herself. At least, he thought she had. He'd never heard the name Tonks before and found that it was just one more strange thing about the woman. "I'm Cathal." He didn't try to shake hands and she hadn't offered. He had no idea what a "muggle park thing" was, but as she gestured to the area surrounding them he assumed that she was talking about the current state of the city. "No, they don't have these where I'm from."

Both of them had ordered and the common item seemed to be a caramel apple. He figured if the both of them were going to be alright eating them he probably would, too. "I'll have the coated apple and one of those cakes." He pointed to the funnel cake with the strawberry and whipping cream topping. Although Marcus' appearance was much less interesting than the woman's, Cathal felt immediately more at ease in his presence. He didn't seem quite as foreign, even though his clothing too was unfamiliar.

When their food items were ready, they were stacked on the counter by the faceless workers. Cathal retrieved his apple and funnel cake and looked around for a place to sit and eat.