[ While waiting for a certain man, Gaelio browses the booths, expression as close as it has ever been to outright pleasant. Call it the delusion of the mundane this city provides, another life where each moment stolen might be prolonged. A holiday of warmth and twinkling lights, of exchanged affection, of the pink liquid in his cup.
Wondering if the games are as rigged as those fabled on Earth (not that a Seven Star ever attended such a carnival, television provided a good idea), he weaves slowly, waiting for the last of the bakery shifts to end. Even on a holiday, it had kept open, the demand understandably high.
Moving on, then, to inspect the "horses" and resist being drawn into a ride. It could be less startling, not only given the alien possibilities here, but Sleipnir on the Bauduin emblem predisposed him to too-many legged equine. The arms take some getting used to. ]
No, I'm waiting --
[ for someone, but in that moment, he notes Prompto and his camera, both imbued with purpose. Assuming he means to have a picture of the animal and carriage, Gaelio steps out of the shot, waving him along. ]
d/e if it's too late ignore!!!
Wondering if the games are as rigged as those fabled on Earth (not that a Seven Star ever attended such a carnival, television provided a good idea), he weaves slowly, waiting for the last of the bakery shifts to end. Even on a holiday, it had kept open, the demand understandably high.
Moving on, then, to inspect the "horses" and resist being drawn into a ride. It could be less startling, not only given the alien possibilities here, but Sleipnir on the Bauduin emblem predisposed him to too-many legged equine. The arms take some getting used to. ]
No, I'm waiting --
[ for someone, but in that moment, he notes Prompto and his camera, both imbued with purpose. Assuming he means to have a picture of the animal and carriage, Gaelio steps out of the shot, waving him along. ]
Happy Sunsu. Go ahead.