by Copycat Thu Apr 02, 2020 2:43 amRoaming through the streets of Kirigakure, Grey shifts his stare among the various shops and stalls filling the marketplace. In all honesty, he's mostly just window shopping for the time being. He's had some decent ideas for what he'd want to work with as far as equipment goes, whenever he does get some anyways. That being said, 'The Hero' in all his glory is fitted with nothing more than a pair of gray pants, a baggy, black jacket fully zipped up to his neck, and matching standard-issue sandals.
He doesn't even have a kunai pouch or backpouch strapped to his person, though his headband is coiled lightly about his neck, jingling about with every step he takes. Stopping by one of the more interesting shops, be it for glamour or some odd trait to it, the Diabolus cocks his left brow, turning to gaze in contemplation. And sure enough, after some delay, he slides his hands into his pockets and strides his way on into the store in question -- No Last Name Emporium.
Immediately shifting his attention about the inside of the building, he takes in his sights. 'Huh. Can't really tell if it's good or not. Certainly better than what I could do in this avenue of work, though, haha.' Grey thinks to himself, simply advancing at a sauntering pace. He raises one hand to his chin, pressing the side of his index into his jawline while his thumb presses into the opposing side of it. Whatever may be on display certainly looked good -- assuming there was anything to see for that matter.
He doesn't even have a kunai pouch or backpouch strapped to his person, though his headband is coiled lightly about his neck, jingling about with every step he takes. Stopping by one of the more interesting shops, be it for glamour or some odd trait to it, the Diabolus cocks his left brow, turning to gaze in contemplation. And sure enough, after some delay, he slides his hands into his pockets and strides his way on into the store in question -- No Last Name Emporium.
Immediately shifting his attention about the inside of the building, he takes in his sights. 'Huh. Can't really tell if it's good or not. Certainly better than what I could do in this avenue of work, though, haha.' Grey thinks to himself, simply advancing at a sauntering pace. He raises one hand to his chin, pressing the side of his index into his jawline while his thumb presses into the opposing side of it. Whatever may be on display certainly looked good -- assuming there was anything to see for that matter.
