Dolce
November 18, 3:44 PM
West Commons
Dolce avoided footsteps as usual, making a brisk pace towards her lack of destination. She crossed paths with a coal black cat, Jasper she believed, and exchanged a few words. He was the familiar of a nearby witch and regular at the shop. It's quite hard to be a regular at a tailor, but that woman managed to burn her clothes quite often. Turning a few corners and making her way down a few alleys, she arrived behind a sorry sight. A stumbling and groaning flesh golem, bending awkwardly on one knee, it retreated from her and fell out to the street. Dolce had no particular stance on the things, though she did have some interest in them. What they were, how they worked. Making fast advancement to the figure, she stepped out of the alley and into the light of day once more. She arrived behind the struggling giant a smidgen after two others had. Engineers, it seemed.
Dolce didn't hold any particular stance on the engineers. Again curious of them if anything. She stood and watched as they exchanged simple words and one left the other alone. Taking even more steps closer to the man, she came within close proximity.
"Will it be alright?" she asked, monotonously. Greetings were often wasted on her, they seemed a tad frivolous.
Lewis VonHauser
November 18, 3:44 PM
West Commons
Lewis traversed the streets, humming to himself and not minding anyone he could bump into. He nearly skipped with the bounce he put into each step. His face had a small gentle smile plastered on it, and his eyelids hung a tad low, as if he was trying to keep awake. He was on his way to one of his favorite shops in the city. A small tailor for small beings. He didn't actually buy anything from them, in fact he was sort of a nuisance to the owner, he simply enjoyed entering and chatting for a while. His favorite toy lived there, and he wanted to play. His happy bouncing carried him closer and closer to his destination.
Cotton Aries
November 18, 3:42 PM
West Commons
Cotton Aries, a man of business and formalities, rushed through the street, a coat jacket draped over one arm. His face was scrunched in a sort of sour scowl. He hurried around people, avoiding the touch of any bodies. Turning the corner to the one tailor he dealt with, he saw a large and familiar figure sitting nearby. Stopping his advancement he eyed the Minotaur up and down. He had hoped to see the man some time soon, he just didn't expect it to be now.
Making a much slower gate towards the ancient, Cotton debated his words. He didn't enjoy mincing them, though always found himself doing so with this person. Coming up next to the being, he stopped and swallowed back the knot in his throat.
"...Good evening." He began slowly. His fingers tapped on his cloth over and over, Tauros was a sort of confident for him, though he still felt flustered spilling his guts.
