Who: Gob and Cho
What: ....idefk
When: Monday, after the caravan heads out
Where: Middle of Nowhere, Rowan
Gob shot a wide-eyed look at the guard, who had turned to glare after Gob had reached up and starting scratching under the silk around his head.
"What? It's itchy." He wasn't going to take it off. He'd tried once back in the desert, back before they'd reached the Fort of Perpetual Boredom, and the very unpleasant and verbally aggressive reactions from the guards had gotten him to - eventually - put it back on. He didn't really mind having the silk on, even though he was ready to take it off the moment some shit went down and he needed to protect himself. Besides, it looked cool.
But it was itchy.
Gob turned away from the glaring guard, scanning around him for something more pleasant to look at. Sadly, there weren't really a lot of options...
Oh. There was Cho.
He jogged up next to her, putting on a smile. "Hey."