hey hometrail guess what
Characters: gneeee and manazon
Setting/Location: Day 5, in the shared room that has a number but I forget and don't feel like looking up BUT IT'S THEIRS
Date & Time: Day 5 still smells, but it's near the evening. Ish.
Warnings: Idk I don't proofread my tags?
Summary: Nemesis doesn't have super powers but his powers are pretty super wanna see Hanners
The caravan really needed to invest in some mirrors, Tom decided.
He stood and peered down into the water basin, having to squint to distinguish much more than a blob of color here, a notion of red there. Light was waning faster than he'd have liked, but it was really his own fault for retreating to the roofs to escape the stench all day. Even so, it seemed like an excusable way to waste the day, considering how disoriented the general population seemed to be.
Even so, he was starting to get impatient.
With a finger curling and uncurling the collar of his shirt, Tom leaned forward a bit more and squinted all the harder, catching glimpse of the glasses and more of the telling color of hair. He wasn't too friendly with that gangly little roommate of his, but he'd been observant enough to catch the basics. Enough to look passable, he hoped.
It was just a test, anyhow. Why would he want to saunter around disguised as the guy everyone seemed to blame for every mistake on the caravan? Not good spying, Nemesis. Now, think. Was his nose this pointed...?