[ He hasn't been to see Equius yet, which means he's limping. It's not too noticeable, especially since limping is terribly unattractive and he takes care to keep it out of his stride. But going for a walk with one of his legs less than perfectly functioning was... perhaps not one of his brighter ideas.
Steph isn't the only one that finds an odd comfort in the dirty, falling-apart areas of Exsilium. It's reminiscent of the areas of Oramm that he'd been allowed access to back in his own world, which had quickly become a solace by virtue of being the only freedom available to him. It's reminiscent of a time without boyfriend troubles, too.
He hasn't registered Steph yet as he approaches from the opposite direction. The nose of his mask points down at the cracked street as it passes below his umbrella, and the hand not holding it is shoved deep into a pocket. He should probably find someone to go be social with; moping is the most useless activity known to man. Maybe the gardeners on the corner of Market Street... ]
some time on the 11th!
Steph isn't the only one that finds an odd comfort in the dirty, falling-apart areas of Exsilium. It's reminiscent of the areas of Oramm that he'd been allowed access to back in his own world, which had quickly become a solace by virtue of being the only freedom available to him. It's reminiscent of a time without boyfriend troubles, too.
He hasn't registered Steph yet as he approaches from the opposite direction. The nose of his mask points down at the cracked street as it passes below his umbrella, and the hand not holding it is shoved deep into a pocket. He should probably find someone to go be social with; moping is the most useless activity known to man. Maybe the gardeners on the corner of Market Street... ]