[Comes a low, drawling monotone from an imposing figure draped in a tattered trench coat, cutting an outline in the crowd that- he'd hoped- would be one that people would prefer to give a wide berth. And it had worked...mostly.
Winter festivities in the heart of town were well underway by this point, but such events held no real importance or meaning to Kai. It wasn't something he celebrated; it was just another day. The busy streets and louder-than-usual crowds meant that he tried to limit his excursions out of the forest to twice for the whole month, if he could manage it. In, out.
His brow twitches as the elderly woman selling her wares continues to address him, despite him not talking to her at all. He'd been trying to purchase a new handsaw as he'd snapped the blade of the last cutting firewood- why the carpenter had a stand in the open-air market next to her was a mystery in itself- and he was pretty sure she was thinking he was talking to her, or at her stand, or something. It's obvious she's hard of hearing...
"Oh, not to worry. I have just the thing for you, dearie," she replies cheerfully, disappearing for a moment behind her stall before she pulls out a small bouquet and offers it over to him.]
...Ma'am. I said I don't-
[She shakes the bouquet gently at him, and it takes everything within Kai not to actually snarl aloud. He manages to work it back, keeping his teeth grit behind his lips where his sharp canines firmly hide as he realizes that he's going to lose his place in line at the other stand if he continues to argue with her.
"She will love them, I promise you! Happy Holidays!" she calls to Kai, now gripping the bunch of flowers in one hand, ignoring the throbbing headache he's begun to accrue as he steps up for his turn with the carpenter.
Please. Just a saw. That's all he needs and then he can leave.]
We're wildcarding this bitch
[Comes a low, drawling monotone from an imposing figure draped in a tattered trench coat, cutting an outline in the crowd that- he'd hoped- would be one that people would prefer to give a wide berth. And it had worked...mostly.
Winter festivities in the heart of town were well underway by this point, but such events held no real importance or meaning to Kai. It wasn't something he celebrated; it was just another day. The busy streets and louder-than-usual crowds meant that he tried to limit his excursions out of the forest to twice for the whole month, if he could manage it. In, out.
His brow twitches as the elderly woman selling her wares continues to address him, despite him not talking to her at all. He'd been trying to purchase a new handsaw as he'd snapped the blade of the last cutting firewood- why the carpenter had a stand in the open-air market next to her was a mystery in itself- and he was pretty sure she was thinking he was talking to her, or at her stand, or something. It's obvious she's hard of hearing...
"Oh, not to worry. I have just the thing for you, dearie," she replies cheerfully, disappearing for a moment behind her stall before she pulls out a small bouquet and offers it over to him.]
...Ma'am. I said I don't-
[She shakes the bouquet gently at him, and it takes everything within Kai not to actually snarl aloud. He manages to work it back, keeping his teeth grit behind his lips where his sharp canines firmly hide as he realizes that he's going to lose his place in line at the other stand if he continues to argue with her.
"She will love them, I promise you! Happy Holidays!" she calls to Kai, now gripping the bunch of flowers in one hand, ignoring the throbbing headache he's begun to accrue as he steps up for his turn with the carpenter.
Please. Just a saw. That's all he needs and then he can leave.]