1 $hopping day -Closed- Mon Oct 22, 2012 4:38 am
Luca
Dead
Red eyes blinked slowly, almost sleepily as the boy moved through the weaponsmith stalls. A small smile was upon his face; this was a joyus occasion for Luca. Today was the day he was going to purchase a new sword for himself. The child was beyond estatic, but one would never be able to discern this by looking at him. No, beyond the small smile, his face was covered by the mask of calm peace that he always wore. He glanced at his cousin whom he'd dragged along, offering a quick expression of appreciation.
Lifting a hand through his hair, the male moved again, passing to another stall. He was dressed for an off day: a white cotton button up shirt, emblazed with a pair of wing designs upon the back. His lower half was clothed in pair of loose pants, black in color. They were of casual design and plain; this was his day off, after all. His feet were shod is plain black shoes. His skin shone brightly in the morning sun; freshly scrubbed and covered in a peach scented oil. His hair had been washed and styled, brushed back instead of its usual mess. Luca prided himself on looking his best while not on duty. He was not narcissistic-- far from it.
As the male passed through the stalls in silence, he smiled and nodded to several of the vendors. He was well known to them. He often came to their stalls to browse, but never purchased. When questioned, he simply replied that he was picky and that he didn't see anything that caught his eye. But today would be different; he had his pay with him and the stall vendors were boasting of new wares and creations. Perhaps, he would find something today. With a small grin, he motioned for his cousin to follow him.
Lifting a hand through his hair, the male moved again, passing to another stall. He was dressed for an off day: a white cotton button up shirt, emblazed with a pair of wing designs upon the back. His lower half was clothed in pair of loose pants, black in color. They were of casual design and plain; this was his day off, after all. His feet were shod is plain black shoes. His skin shone brightly in the morning sun; freshly scrubbed and covered in a peach scented oil. His hair had been washed and styled, brushed back instead of its usual mess. Luca prided himself on looking his best while not on duty. He was not narcissistic-- far from it.
As the male passed through the stalls in silence, he smiled and nodded to several of the vendors. He was well known to them. He often came to their stalls to browse, but never purchased. When questioned, he simply replied that he was picky and that he didn't see anything that caught his eye. But today would be different; he had his pay with him and the stall vendors were boasting of new wares and creations. Perhaps, he would find something today. With a small grin, he motioned for his cousin to follow him.