[Geir could have made it all the way into the market stalls in a more fortunate timeline, but he hasn't even gotten to any of the wider alleys that he could fit into yet. he's been distracted by the big pile of junk, some of which he personally carried down from the surface with the intent of bartering-- but does he really want to let it go, when he could curl up on a huge heap of it? what if this piece of broken plastic is really a valuable treasure?
right now he's trying to stop from jealously coiling around a stack of shitty broken offbrand tablets. the screens are still shiny. he can't help himself.]
What are they for? No, they must be worth something!
C - LOCKED TO VERN
[after Vern pries Geir away from the junk pile, they head into the market for food. it's one of Geir's first real trips through a bustling marketplace when it's not being attacked, and before they've gone more than a row his eyes are very wide. he seems almost overstimulated by all the noise and stuff; how could he possibly hoard all of this?
he's distracted from his excitement when they pass their second clothes shop, though... and more specifically, the heavy purple velvet cloak displayed outside. he catches Vern's braid on a claw and tugs in his urgency.]
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[Geir could have made it all the way into the market stalls in a more fortunate timeline, but he hasn't even gotten to any of the wider alleys that he could fit into yet. he's been distracted by the big pile of junk, some of which he personally carried down from the surface with the intent of bartering-- but does he really want to let it go, when he could curl up on a huge heap of it? what if this piece of broken plastic is really a valuable treasure?
right now he's trying to stop from jealously coiling around a stack of shitty broken offbrand tablets. the screens are still shiny. he can't help himself.]
What are they for? No, they must be worth something!
C - LOCKED TO VERN
[after Vern pries Geir away from the junk pile, they head into the market for food. it's one of Geir's first real trips through a bustling marketplace when it's not being attacked, and before they've gone more than a row his eyes are very wide. he seems almost overstimulated by all the noise and stuff; how could he possibly hoard all of this?
he's distracted from his excitement when they pass their second clothes shop, though... and more specifically, the heavy purple velvet cloak displayed outside. he catches Vern's braid on a claw and tugs in his urgency.]
Vern! Veeerrnn, you need to try that onnn...