Shut up . Traverse Town . [C omplete]
A lovely night was had. He didn’t accumulate too much more after that redheaded kid had went and left his bar. At the moment, Reno thought it appropriate to take a break from his newfound home, and take a walk around to calm a headache he had going on. Didn’t know where it came from. Must’ve been from that little incident in the past half hour that involved a barstool, something said in regards to cabaret dancing and then the subject of Ansem. However those subjects worked into him getting a giant headache he’d probably rather not remember.
That left the ex-Turk on the outskirts of Traverse town to wherever-who-knew where wandering around in perpetual circles. The town had gotten suddenly more complicated to navigate since there were suddenly two of each road [sometimes five] and every time he walked to the left he either fell on his face, or he ended up walking into a wall. None of which happened more than eight times.
In the last five minutes.
The crumpled jacket wasn’t too much of a give-away, and Reno’s shirt was un-buttoned except for one that managed to cling to be where it was supposed to be. His goggles were over his eyes now, letting his hair dangle in his face like a complete slob. Oh, whatever. This world was starting to really piss him off, with it’s five walkways and bar infested with blonde morons and people stealing his hair color. -All of these incoherent thoughts were strictly drink related. While running into one wall, he glared which looked more like an expression of constipation, ”Pile of..” and punched the wall. Reno was coherent, really, he just walked into walls repeatedly.
That left the ex-Turk on the outskirts of Traverse town to wherever-who-knew where wandering around in perpetual circles. The town had gotten suddenly more complicated to navigate since there were suddenly two of each road [sometimes five] and every time he walked to the left he either fell on his face, or he ended up walking into a wall. None of which happened more than eight times.
In the last five minutes.
The crumpled jacket wasn’t too much of a give-away, and Reno’s shirt was un-buttoned except for one that managed to cling to be where it was supposed to be. His goggles were over his eyes now, letting his hair dangle in his face like a complete slob. Oh, whatever. This world was starting to really piss him off, with it’s five walkways and bar infested with blonde morons and people stealing his hair color. -All of these incoherent thoughts were strictly drink related. While running into one wall, he glared which looked more like an expression of constipation, ”Pile of..” and punched the wall. Reno was coherent, really, he just walked into walls repeatedly.