Demon Marcus, Early Saturday afternoon
The first order of business was obviously a change of clothes. Formal Aleran robes were all well and good if you had to go to a bunch of boring governmental meetings, but clearly that wasn't going to be a thing here on the island, so Max was shopping for something more comfortable.
Well, maybe even somethings. He had plenty of money, after all, so why not make sure he had plenty of comfortable stuff to wear for, well, however long this lasted. (Please let it be a long time!)
He was over looking at the jeans, grinning as he pulled stuff off of racks. "Oh, denim," he sighed, "how I've missed you."
Well, maybe even somethings. He had plenty of money, after all, so why not make sure he had plenty of comfortable stuff to wear for, well, however long this lasted. (Please let it be a long time!)
He was over looking at the jeans, grinning as he pulled stuff off of racks. "Oh, denim," he sighed, "how I've missed you."