[well, that's a polite way to put it. he smirks, giving a little shrug.]
They don't have dance clubs up here, is all I'm saying.
[that is definitely not all he's saying, but it's a fair point to make all the same.
the storefronts here are all rustic and inviting, of course. to the left, there is a clothier with a number of nice (but seemingly functional) outfits displayed in the front window. there's also some sort of a boutique next door, where another pair of girls walk out, giggling over something one told the other. to the right, there's what appears to be a small general store, marked by a line of small, colorful flags draped along the second-floor balcony--people are eating lunch at a few tables up there, which looks charming, if not a little pretentious. next door is the bakery, responsible for the sweet smell. the windows of the place are cut in the shape of little hearts.
between two of these buildings, at the edge of their path, a worker in a dark green apron is repairing something. at first it looks like she's re-laying some of the path itself, but upon further examination, it seems that she's pulling dark, burned stones away from a streak of scorched ground. maybe there was a fire here? very locally? very, very, very locally, like half a foot wide and a foot long?
Robin, not taking notice to this, turns to address Tek with a slight tilt of his head.]
Speaking of, is there anything you are interested in? This day is for you, after all. I've already seen everything.
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They don't have dance clubs up here, is all I'm saying.
[that is definitely not all he's saying, but it's a fair point to make all the same.
the storefronts here are all rustic and inviting, of course. to the left, there is a clothier with a number of nice (but seemingly functional) outfits displayed in the front window. there's also some sort of a boutique next door, where another pair of girls walk out, giggling over something one told the other. to the right, there's what appears to be a small general store, marked by a line of small, colorful flags draped along the second-floor balcony--people are eating lunch at a few tables up there, which looks charming, if not a little pretentious. next door is the bakery, responsible for the sweet smell. the windows of the place are cut in the shape of little hearts.
between two of these buildings, at the edge of their path, a worker in a dark green apron is repairing something. at first it looks like she's re-laying some of the path itself, but upon further examination, it seems that she's pulling dark, burned stones away from a streak of scorched ground. maybe there was a fire here? very locally? very, very, very locally, like half a foot wide and a foot long?
Robin, not taking notice to this, turns to address Tek with a slight tilt of his head.]
Speaking of, is there anything you are interested in? This day is for you, after all. I've already seen everything.