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Tuesday: Welcome Back
Who: Torin and Cooper
Where: a clothing store in Darkwater
When: early afternoon
Torin had had enough of the fucking rain already. It had been blisteringly hot Sunday and yesterday, and now it was evidently monsoon season. His asthma was killing him; he'd already had to take a couple of blasts from his inhaler, which left him feeling twitchy and a little bit like he was on some kind of uppers. To distract himself, he'd decided to go poke around some of the shops in town. Boredom was a good excuse to see if he could find some new pants, shirts, or whatever. Normally he might've tried to get somebody to come with him, but he wasn't quite in the mood for Chrissy today and the twins were both grounded, so he was on his own. There was a covered parking garage behind one section of shops, and he left his car there and used the awnings to keep himself dry as he walked around to the first shop.
He was dressed down today, although down didn't mean raggedy or cheap, it meant well-aged designer jeans and a short-sleeved red polo shirt. He raked a hand through his wild mop of hair as he started looking through a rack of button-up shirts. It was never that Torin needed new clothes but that he liked to keep up on the most current looks. No fashion victim status for him, ever.
( I'm more for simplistic than overly complicated )
Where: a clothing store in Darkwater
When: early afternoon
Torin had had enough of the fucking rain already. It had been blisteringly hot Sunday and yesterday, and now it was evidently monsoon season. His asthma was killing him; he'd already had to take a couple of blasts from his inhaler, which left him feeling twitchy and a little bit like he was on some kind of uppers. To distract himself, he'd decided to go poke around some of the shops in town. Boredom was a good excuse to see if he could find some new pants, shirts, or whatever. Normally he might've tried to get somebody to come with him, but he wasn't quite in the mood for Chrissy today and the twins were both grounded, so he was on his own. There was a covered parking garage behind one section of shops, and he left his car there and used the awnings to keep himself dry as he walked around to the first shop.
He was dressed down today, although down didn't mean raggedy or cheap, it meant well-aged designer jeans and a short-sleeved red polo shirt. He raked a hand through his wild mop of hair as he started looking through a rack of button-up shirts. It was never that Torin needed new clothes but that he liked to keep up on the most current looks. No fashion victim status for him, ever.
( I'm more for simplistic than overly complicated )