1 Iss A Festival Righ'?[Fuyuko|Kiriya] Tue Oct 10, 2017 2:57 am
Kizashi
D-rank
Syekren sighed and rubbed his face, feeling the beard he'd been growing. It hadn't been that long since he'd left Sunagakure no Sato, but it had been a while since he'd just given up on shaving and keeping his hair neat. He'd also fished some clothing out of the garbage and found a crude rope to keep his pants up. While he was in Konohagakure no sato, he'd grabbed his eye patch and a few other items that he could carry and brought them to the festival grounds so that he would be able to use them if needed. Among the items he brought, he was currently wearing the eye patch and one of his emerald hued contact lenses. It was weird to cover one eye after having gotten both back, and made it strange for him to tell his depth sometimes, but he would be fine, as long as he wasn't straining to hard.
The homeless looking man scratched his beard and stood up from his sitting position, exiting a tent he'd been sleeping in on the outskirts of the festival grounds. His tattered burlap clothing was looking particularly stained at ratty today, he only wished he had some decrepit shoes to go with the outfit to be easier on his feet. The man tied the eye patch he had around his left eye and shook his head to have the hair fall over it in greasy thick locks. When this was done, the man coughed and practiced the accent he'd been using to disguise himself. "Iss a festival righ'?" he practiced this a few more times until he was happy with it and headed out of the woods onto the festival grounds, looking around at everything in sight. He'd remembered to stash his coin pouch in his trousers today, so that meant he'd be able to eat. With a smile on his face, the man began to wander from stall to stall, whistling a tune.
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The homeless looking man scratched his beard and stood up from his sitting position, exiting a tent he'd been sleeping in on the outskirts of the festival grounds. His tattered burlap clothing was looking particularly stained at ratty today, he only wished he had some decrepit shoes to go with the outfit to be easier on his feet. The man tied the eye patch he had around his left eye and shook his head to have the hair fall over it in greasy thick locks. When this was done, the man coughed and practiced the accent he'd been using to disguise himself. "Iss a festival righ'?" he practiced this a few more times until he was happy with it and headed out of the woods onto the festival grounds, looking around at everything in sight. He'd remembered to stash his coin pouch in his trousers today, so that meant he'd be able to eat. With a smile on his face, the man began to wander from stall to stall, whistling a tune.
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