All that matters.
[It was funny... The things that one finds when taking a walk. Hanging from a burnt tree was Gin's old military uniform from when he was in Manhattan. Had this been only a few months earlier, he would have lost his mind from just seeing it... But not now. Now he holds a small bit of nostalgia for it... Reaching out, he plucks the uniform from the tree and holds it close.
He'd taken up the job in the militia in order to feed himself, since better rations were given to those who worked for the city, as well as worked in the militia.
It still smelled like Manhattan... like melting snow, some fire... Smoke. After several moments of merely caressing the uniform, the fox-faced man wanders over behind the tree to change into it. He still remembers how it fit him... and how when he first arrived, it looked too big. But now, he was well-fed, and more than able to fit inside the clothing.
Once dressed, he adjusts the cap on his head, before taking the gun from its holster. He had to use the gun before, since Shinsou was nothing more than a brittle blade. But now, he has both at his disposal... Though he didn't intend to use the gun.]
Hmmm...
[Makes sure the safety's on... then chucks the weapon further into the woods. He has no use for it. After doing so, he turns and begins walking, smiling softly.]
[ooc: Creeper is filled with nostalgia. And currently in Neutral Area as usual. Come bother him?]
He'd taken up the job in the militia in order to feed himself, since better rations were given to those who worked for the city, as well as worked in the militia.
It still smelled like Manhattan... like melting snow, some fire... Smoke. After several moments of merely caressing the uniform, the fox-faced man wanders over behind the tree to change into it. He still remembers how it fit him... and how when he first arrived, it looked too big. But now, he was well-fed, and more than able to fit inside the clothing.
Once dressed, he adjusts the cap on his head, before taking the gun from its holster. He had to use the gun before, since Shinsou was nothing more than a brittle blade. But now, he has both at his disposal... Though he didn't intend to use the gun.]
Hmmm...
[Makes sure the safety's on... then chucks the weapon further into the woods. He has no use for it. After doing so, he turns and begins walking, smiling softly.]
[ooc: Creeper is filled with nostalgia. And currently in Neutral Area as usual. Come bother him?]