Cake & OCD 004 - [Video//In Person]
[[He's not one to be assumed a stupid person by anyone who knows him, he's human all right but not by any means a stupid one. Mistakes have been made both by him in more than one incarnation and back home, it seems that things here aren't going to turn into some sort of clusterfuck of heart-attacks so with that.
And the knowledge he has otherwise.
He's decided he'll plod along the beach bare-foot of course, his shoes are in his hand should something come along that looks as though it would be too sharp to walk on. Or rocks. No one likes- well okay some people like rocks under their feet, but not him. Not his sensitive skin.
He's wearing a sun visor chosen simply because the visor had retractable glasses. Toys to play with while walking!, a new (though baggy still) shirt over his usual white one-- Can't have his arms being burned by the sun-- and his signature blue-jeans. Nothing were more comfortable than those. Though, sweatpants are second only.
They're not, however, attire for the beach.
His finger moves to his bottom lip while he wanders around in the sand, hunched over still while he walks and holds his shoes in the other hand. He's never had a vacation befo--
He crouches down, impossibly so, then watches a small hermit-crab make its way along. Finger at his lip the whole time, he keeps his composure looking analytical of even the poor thing's walk to wherever it had been going.]]
Huh..
((OOC: COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD HAPPENED THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU *CLINGSNUG* ))
And the knowledge he has otherwise.
He's decided he'll plod along the beach bare-foot of course, his shoes are in his hand should something come along that looks as though it would be too sharp to walk on. Or rocks. No one likes- well okay some people like rocks under their feet, but not him. Not his sensitive skin.
He's wearing a sun visor chosen simply because the visor had retractable glasses. Toys to play with while walking!, a new (though baggy still) shirt over his usual white one-- Can't have his arms being burned by the sun-- and his signature blue-jeans. Nothing were more comfortable than those. Though, sweatpants are second only.
They're not, however, attire for the beach.
His finger moves to his bottom lip while he wanders around in the sand, hunched over still while he walks and holds his shoes in the other hand. He's never had a vacation befo--
He crouches down, impossibly so, then watches a small hermit-crab make its way along. Finger at his lip the whole time, he keeps his composure looking analytical of even the poor thing's walk to wherever it had been going.]]
Huh..
((OOC: COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD HAPPENED THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU *CLINGSNUG* ))