Movin' right along. Footloose and fancy-free. WHO: Presto and Weiss Schnee WHAT: Random encounter at the Market WHEN: Monday WARNINGS: Vague mentions of violence STATUS: Closed and Complete
Presto was humming to himself, having a song from some old puppet movie he had watched this weekend stuck in his head. He loved odd old movies, and he had felt upbeat about life. Yes, he had to study for evil midterms, and yes it was the holidays and all of his old friends were not here.
But he had some new ones, and was making a new life, and Erin was here, and that made things a lot better. For him, anyway.
Monday, he was out to pick up some food and items from the market. He wanted to cook some venison with a new recipe he had found, and so he was getting supplies. His basket already smelled good, filled with the scents of Rosemary, Asparagus, and potatoes.
As he turned a corner, he nearly ran into someone, and he backpedaled quickly. "Sorry! Are you okay?" Presto smiled hopefully at them, eyes dancing till, even as he looked concerned.