Fall 5th, 512 A.V.
Market, Lucas' Tent
OOC :
It felt odd. Very odd. Knowing that you were wearing what once was a dress. Hopefully the black "shirt" just looked like a really beat up and ripped shirt. No one wants to be known as the man who wears dresses. Unless you were a really weird man. But he wasn't a weird man. Confused and probably going crazy but he wasn't weird. Except his logic was a little off but that's beside the point. Gale was adjusting the semi long shirt awkwardly like someone who was trying to break into knew shoes. The cloth was so itchy, how do girls stand this stuff? He didn't even know what this shirt was made of. He assumed it was cotton at first but now he was having his doubts. He didn't even like black all that much. It wasn't particularly his color. Blonde hair and blue eyes, brown tattered pants and basic boots with a black ripped shirt. He didn't really like the style but beggars can't be choosers he supposed. Stealing a shirt had perks but had plenty of downsides. Maybe he should have gotten the shirt today. He at least would have been able to take his time choosing something that wasn't so uncomfortable. But that's what you get when you are rash with your thoughts.
Gale sighed and shoved his hands in his pocket to prevent from further fidgeting. What was he doing in the market today? He was just on his daily walk. He didn't have anything particular planned today actually. He sold a drawing not to long ago that he had drawn early in the Summer so he figured he would have a day where he can just not do anything. He wasn't going to help anyone like he had yesterday, he wasn't going to start any projects, he wasn't even going to the Kelp Bar. The Kelp Bar always ended in some sort of excitement for him.
But when he saw a tent with a pallet of colors he couldn't help but laugh. "Ha!" Another fortune teller! What a coincidence. He had just talked to one the other day, though it wasn't really for his fortune. It was more of advice more like. This one was free though so why not get his fortune told? After all he wasn't doing anything. Besides, whatever this teller had to say wouldn't make him want to commit suicide anymore then healready had. Still is really but it wasn't such a bad day. He didn't succeed in his attempts and he supposed that was something to be thankful for, though it took a lot of painful convincing. He was in a fairly good mood for a conflicted blonde who had all sorts of problems.
Gale approached the colorful tent with a curios smirk stretching across his lips. At least the tent was much more playful and customer friendly then the dark tent of the hooded Nuit. Peeking his head in to make sure no one was already having their fortune told, Gale entered. At least he had a shirt this time. He wouldn't want a- lad? He was rather young wasn't he? Younger then himself which he found odd. It would certainly be interesting for him to get his fortune told by someone younger then himself. As Gale approach the eighteen year old, he glanced around at the paintings. "Hm." Interesting paintings but well done. He asked almost subconsciously," Lovely art work. Did you do them yourself?" Being an artist himself, Gale couldn't help but ask. Meeting fellow artists was always a treat. Though, Gale didn't know that this was Lucas, the artist that Hadrian had recommended him meeting Not that it really mattered right now. He was just here to get a fortune told and relax a bit but a conversation about something he was interested would also be just as entertaining. He wasn't being particularly formal at this point since it didn't seem anything here was. A colorful tent, irrelevant art, and a young lad who was giving fortunes. He had a feeling this was going to be very amusing.