It's in the little things.
The way he moves (just a bit more comfortable in his own skin, as if he's rubbed all the edges off). The look in his eyes (not just wise beyond his years but old). The way he wears his clothes (a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of worn sneakers but he looks used to these clothes). The smile.
The rest, though, that's the same. All seven odd feet of him.
He looks happy to be here, though. He glances around, as if seeing the place for the first time in ages, before grinning and making his way to the bar.
"Chocolate milkshake?" he asks, looking expectantly at the counter. It appears a moment later, much to his joy. The first sip of icy goodness gets a short laugh and then he's too busy enjoying it to say much of anything else.
[ooc: As you might have guessed, it is not your garden variety Garion in at the moment. He is quite some time into his future. Do feel free to say hello!]
The rest, though, that's the same. All seven odd feet of him.
He looks happy to be here, though. He glances around, as if seeing the place for the first time in ages, before grinning and making his way to the bar.
"Chocolate milkshake?" he asks, looking expectantly at the counter. It appears a moment later, much to his joy. The first sip of icy goodness gets a short laugh and then he's too busy enjoying it to say much of anything else.
[ooc: As you might have guessed, it is not your garden variety Garion in at the moment. He is quite some time into his future. Do feel free to say hello!]