It doesn't matter if you love him...
WHO: HIM and you~
WHERE: All around town. Mostly in and out of clothing/makeup stores, but you can tag him while he's walking around.
WHEN: Friday Morning
WARNINGS: This is HIM we're talking about.
SUMMARY: Even though he was ported in earlier this week, HIM's come to realize that he really needs some new clothes.
FORMAT: Whatever you want!
HIM couldn't lie: losing six months in the blink of an eye was frustrating. He'd been knocked back to square one, not only with his plans...but with everything else.
There were things that humans needed: food, shelter (at least that was covered for now, though he'd rather not stay somewhere surrounded by heroes), among other things; his highest concern concern was fashion. Sure, he could walk around in thigh high leather boots and a Santa jacket and nothing else until the end of time. However, in order to corrupt this city from the inside out; he had to seamlessly fit into society.
Right now? People were staring at him with strange looks on their faces. Yet he only kept that delighted smile on his face. He didn't mind the awkwardness: he relished in it. He wondered what exactly was going through their heads. Were they scared? Why? Were they afraid of someone against conformity, or did they just think that he was insane? It would be hard to believe that he was homeless since he was so cleanly dressed. Maybe they just thought he was a freak: how true that was.
Regardless of people's emotions; he needed clothes. And so, he continued to walk along the sidewalk, eyes up at the buildings. He just needed to find the perfect place for his spree.
WHERE: All around town. Mostly in and out of clothing/makeup stores, but you can tag him while he's walking around.
WHEN: Friday Morning
WARNINGS: This is HIM we're talking about.
SUMMARY: Even though he was ported in earlier this week, HIM's come to realize that he really needs some new clothes.
FORMAT: Whatever you want!
HIM couldn't lie: losing six months in the blink of an eye was frustrating. He'd been knocked back to square one, not only with his plans...but with everything else.
There were things that humans needed: food, shelter (at least that was covered for now, though he'd rather not stay somewhere surrounded by heroes), among other things; his highest concern concern was fashion. Sure, he could walk around in thigh high leather boots and a Santa jacket and nothing else until the end of time. However, in order to corrupt this city from the inside out; he had to seamlessly fit into society.
Right now? People were staring at him with strange looks on their faces. Yet he only kept that delighted smile on his face. He didn't mind the awkwardness: he relished in it. He wondered what exactly was going through their heads. Were they scared? Why? Were they afraid of someone against conformity, or did they just think that he was insane? It would be hard to believe that he was homeless since he was so cleanly dressed. Maybe they just thought he was a freak: how true that was.
Regardless of people's emotions; he needed clothes. And so, he continued to walk along the sidewalk, eyes up at the buildings. He just needed to find the perfect place for his spree.