[he's about to step in to a music store, actually, wearing an incognito outfit; this mostly has him bundled up with a beanie to hide his hair. he wants to check out some of the more obscure artists, the ones that aren't necessarily signed to the Virgo or Pride labels, and this store is big enough to where he can get lost in the crowd without too much trouble.
the woman running towards him, however, may see things differently; a howling grief and self-loathing, overwhelming and consuming to the point of completely overtaking him. there's a mess of possibilities there, the source unknown, but very, very few of them involve him coping in a reasonable manner. coping from what, though...?
as he looks up, he seems oblivious - and startled.]
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the woman running towards him, however, may see things differently; a howling grief and self-loathing, overwhelming and consuming to the point of completely overtaking him. there's a mess of possibilities there, the source unknown, but very, very few of them involve him coping in a reasonable manner. coping from what, though...?
as he looks up, he seems oblivious - and startled.]
W-what!?