Nov 23, 2008 16:46
The figure that comes through is both familiar and not. His clothes are worn from travel and covered with dust, and instead of the SoCal sun-bleached blonde coloring he's middle-eastern dark.
The sitar strapped to his back is still an absurdly large size, but it at least otherwise looks like a legitimate sitar.
He silently gives the window one look before dismissing it and moving on, ordering water.
demyx,
kels muses