[An admittedly strange young man looks curiously at the merchandise. His face is fierce-burning blue eyes, mouth set in what seems to be a permanent scowl, jagged yellow tattoo under one eye-but he looks over the stall with nothing more than mild curiosity.
His clothes are contradictory, too-a tank top and pants clearly cut in a style not matching anything around here, and he seems to have only one hand exposed for some odd reason, the other hand covered by a rough brown biker's glove that extends up to his elbow. But the comparatively plain jacket he wears is clearly local wear-and fresher than his other clothes, neatly pressed while the others seem wrinkled and...clumsily washed?
His hair might be the biggest indication of his situation, however: freshly washed as it is, it's still a mess. Black hair and blue streaks, even when straggly, overgrown and slightly damp, it's clear that it was once rather spiked-much like the yellow stripes that also sit in it, somehow much firmer than the rest. Almost as if they were...horns...of some sort. Hmm.
Finally he looks up, and speaks. His voice is deep and rough...but also somehow soft-spoken. Odd.]
Sorry. I don't have much in the way myself. Perhaps we can barter?
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His clothes are contradictory, too-a tank top and pants clearly cut in a style not matching anything around here, and he seems to have only one hand exposed for some odd reason, the other hand covered by a rough brown biker's glove that extends up to his elbow. But the comparatively plain jacket he wears is clearly local wear-and fresher than his other clothes, neatly pressed while the others seem wrinkled and...clumsily washed?
His hair might be the biggest indication of his situation, however: freshly washed as it is, it's still a mess. Black hair and blue streaks, even when straggly, overgrown and slightly damp, it's clear that it was once rather spiked-much like the yellow stripes that also sit in it, somehow much firmer than the rest. Almost as if they were...horns...of some sort. Hmm.
Finally he looks up, and speaks. His voice is deep and rough...but also somehow soft-spoken. Odd.]
Sorry. I don't have much in the way myself. Perhaps we can barter?