10-24-2017, 02:07 PM
It took Dust a long moment to imagine what a guy like him would wear. He didn't want to waste OM and time by summoning the same things he'd bought from Omnizon, but he couldn't help but think those were the things he'd wear. His stomach growled again as if to tell him to hurry up.
After a few minutes, he had a stack of clothing, among it was a red plaid button-up sweater. By that time he was mostly dried off, his hair still dripping. He squeezed as much moisture out of it as he could before pushing it all back out of his face. He thought about a towel, but decided to pull on the white v-neck tee instead, his first shirt in how long? He pulled on his shorts than a comfortable pair of jeans that hugged his hips and fit loosely around his sculpted legs. He shoved his feet into shoes, at that moment thinking about Tamsin and the conversation about how his dirty feet were probably scaring the poor girl - as noted by Gildarts. He hoped she was okay..
He also hoped Gildarts was okay, given how much he'd drank before he jumped into the ocean...
Lycan grabbed the sweater and tossed it loosely over his shoulders, rolling up the sleeves to show off his forearms. He picked up the beanie off the bench lastly and stuffed it in his back pocket, and lastly picked up his phone and tried Gildart's phone once more as he pushed out past the flimsy door. His dark colored eyes run across the horizon while the phone rang and rang, and rang. Gildart's voice message dribbled out some automation, and Dust sighed before leaving a voice mail and stuffing the phone in his pocket, shaking his hair free before heading into town.
Dust found himself at a table with a checkered tablecloth with about ten empty plates stacked to one side, and him working on the eleventh and twelfth simultaneously. Crumbs and mystery sauce stained the cloth napkin he used as a bib, it shielded his new shirt from the man wolfing down his food. He took a long drink of something fizzy and sweet before turning back onto his food. He starred out the window a bit, he was on the pier in some seafood joint enjoying a well-earned meal while he waited for the ferry.
He checked the clock once more, finding it was almost time for his boat. He got up, reminding the omniverse of his incredible height while still eating at his plates. He heard the fog-horn of its entrance and dropped what he was doing to pull off the napkin and take one final swig from the drink. He snatched up his phone and dropped some money on the table for the meal, probably way too much but it was worth it. SW-808 dashes out of the resturant and towards they ferry he was waiting on.
With a little extra cash and some quick rules on the matter, Dust took a seat in the ferry's passenger section, smiling like the dork that he was.
After a few minutes, he had a stack of clothing, among it was a red plaid button-up sweater. By that time he was mostly dried off, his hair still dripping. He squeezed as much moisture out of it as he could before pushing it all back out of his face. He thought about a towel, but decided to pull on the white v-neck tee instead, his first shirt in how long? He pulled on his shorts than a comfortable pair of jeans that hugged his hips and fit loosely around his sculpted legs. He shoved his feet into shoes, at that moment thinking about Tamsin and the conversation about how his dirty feet were probably scaring the poor girl - as noted by Gildarts. He hoped she was okay..
He also hoped Gildarts was okay, given how much he'd drank before he jumped into the ocean...
Lycan grabbed the sweater and tossed it loosely over his shoulders, rolling up the sleeves to show off his forearms. He picked up the beanie off the bench lastly and stuffed it in his back pocket, and lastly picked up his phone and tried Gildart's phone once more as he pushed out past the flimsy door. His dark colored eyes run across the horizon while the phone rang and rang, and rang. Gildart's voice message dribbled out some automation, and Dust sighed before leaving a voice mail and stuffing the phone in his pocket, shaking his hair free before heading into town.
Dust found himself at a table with a checkered tablecloth with about ten empty plates stacked to one side, and him working on the eleventh and twelfth simultaneously. Crumbs and mystery sauce stained the cloth napkin he used as a bib, it shielded his new shirt from the man wolfing down his food. He took a long drink of something fizzy and sweet before turning back onto his food. He starred out the window a bit, he was on the pier in some seafood joint enjoying a well-earned meal while he waited for the ferry.
He checked the clock once more, finding it was almost time for his boat. He got up, reminding the omniverse of his incredible height while still eating at his plates. He heard the fog-horn of its entrance and dropped what he was doing to pull off the napkin and take one final swig from the drink. He snatched up his phone and dropped some money on the table for the meal, probably way too much but it was worth it. SW-808 dashes out of the resturant and towards they ferry he was waiting on.
With a little extra cash and some quick rules on the matter, Dust took a seat in the ferry's passenger section, smiling like the dork that he was.
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"Centurion: I'll leave you to your work then Dust. Thanks for chatting!
Me: no problem. stay awesome!
Centurion: It's more of a passive ability"