Closer Investigation (OTA)
As morning moved into afternoon, there was a very small white-blond-haired boy wearing creased khaki pants, a white button-down shirt and a crisp grey jacket who was walking. He was stopping in each and every business that was open. Most times, he would stand inside the doorway, looking around for a long moment, then continue on. Other times, he might wander in further, wandering around, perhaps touching a thing or two, watching people's faces, scanning thoughts. That his presence, somber as usual, might be disconcerting wasn't something that crossed his mind.
David McGowan was getting to know the village. And he might have been wishing for a funnel cake.
((ooc: he can be in any business, even bars that might be open. As always, he won't read thoughts without mun permission))
David McGowan was getting to know the village. And he might have been wishing for a funnel cake.
((ooc: he can be in any business, even bars that might be open. As always, he won't read thoughts without mun permission))