Morales & OTA
Morales was, by and large, a social creature. So naturally, he was out in a situation involving a good number of people. He'd wandered by the music side of the festival for a while, not expecting to hear anybody he knew but knowing he'd enjoy it nonetheless -- and he wasn't wrong. He was more than content to stand there for a while and listen to people, he wasn't sure how many.
But then he'd wandered off through the art portion, getting distracted here and there. It was nice that he had the kind of life now where he could take the time for this. He had a routine, yes, but it was much slower than things had ever been back in Los Angeles. Honestly, he kind of liked that.
He'd just stepped back from someone's booth, planning on heading over to the food, when he inadvertently managed to get in someone's way. "Sorry about that," he said with a slight laugh. "I think it's impossible to stay out of everyone's way at something like this."