Re: In-person: Daniel/Noah
Noah was in an over-large sweater, the kind that had sleeves that dangled well past his hands if he let it, layered over an old, red hoodie. He had on black leggings topped with loose, shining basketball shorts, and a pair of Nike sneakers with dirt in the treads. He wouldn't say he looked particularly appetizing, dude, but, you know, if your standard was 'has blood,' then okay, yeah, he met that. Next to Daniel, in the vintage guts of the record store, he looked like he came from some far-off future. Daniel, on the other, looked like a weird wax figure to Noah. He watched the dude's hand move with all the wonder of a kid watching a marionette, then shook his head. "Well, not normal. Okay. Um. Prove he's no different? So, uninteresting? Except for the obvious returning from death thing." He grimaced a little, because it sounded stupid even to him. "He can explain it better."