WHO: Rongo and Daniel
WHERE: Around Birchpointe
WHEN: Beginning of September
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
WARNINGS: None at the moment, but I'll edit if it changes
[Daniel was out in downtown Birchpointe today, at the moment standing in a short line by a food truck. Every now and then a brisk autumn wind would pick up, fluttering the ends of his black and red cloak around him, but he paid it no mind. He did sweep his hair out of his eyes every now and again, not for the first time thinking a haircut should probably be on the docket.
He would also glance around him, like he was scanning his surroundings for someone, whether someone he was waiting for or someone he was avoiding was impossible to tell. Sighing lightly, he glanced down to work at a smudged scratch in part of a gauntlet with his thumb]
WHERE: Around Birchpointe
WHEN: Beginning of September
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
WARNINGS: None at the moment, but I'll edit if it changes
[Daniel was out in downtown Birchpointe today, at the moment standing in a short line by a food truck. Every now and then a brisk autumn wind would pick up, fluttering the ends of his black and red cloak around him, but he paid it no mind. He did sweep his hair out of his eyes every now and again, not for the first time thinking a haircut should probably be on the docket.
He would also glance around him, like he was scanning his surroundings for someone, whether someone he was waiting for or someone he was avoiding was impossible to tell. Sighing lightly, he glanced down to work at a smudged scratch in part of a gauntlet with his thumb]