[Fenris tried his damnedest to remain as inconspicuous as possible, to blend into the crowd, no matter how difficult for him specifically. He tries to take advantage of the fact that everyone seems wrapped up in their own thing, chatting over food and lining up in front of those large metal stalls on wheels. He hasn't quite found suitable enough clothing that can cover him up and not irritate his markings. There's also a hole or two in the shirt he's wearing because this newfound power had to be one of the most inconvenient he could imagine.
There's too much going on for his liking and while that normally wouldn't be an issue there's something about this place and his situation that's worryingly dizzying. It's the reason he's taken off guard when he's flagged down as he passes by. He stops with the look of a man who expects the immediate worst, eyes narrowing as they watch the smoking stick dangling from the other's mouth.
The words spoken are certainly not what Fenris expects. Unless that cake is laced with poison. Then that would be expected.]
Don't bother. I have nothing to offer in return.
[His reply is brusque, suspicious beyond belief, like the cake is going to explode if he gets too close. Who are you why are you randomly offering food???]
food'll be the death of you
There's too much going on for his liking and while that normally wouldn't be an issue there's something about this place and his situation that's worryingly dizzying. It's the reason he's taken off guard when he's flagged down as he passes by. He stops with the look of a man who expects the immediate worst, eyes narrowing as they watch the smoking stick dangling from the other's mouth.
The words spoken are certainly not what Fenris expects. Unless that cake is laced with poison. Then that would be expected.]
Don't bother. I have nothing to offer in return.
[His reply is brusque, suspicious beyond belief, like the cake is going to explode if he gets too close. Who are you why are you randomly offering food???]