Post by Uli Babler on Jan 2, 2023 19:44:30 GMT -5
Uli walked among the shopping district, whistling to himself as he watched the people that passed him. He could see their features easily through his rose-colored glasses and studied them with ease. They talked aloud as if they were alone in the world, each person that passed him. He heard about the next soccer game that their kids were playing in, the next time that they were going out to sing in a karaoke bar, or even more interestingly, about how their mistress was dealing with the impending financial crisis. That last one made Uli shiver a bit, both for the infidelity being easily displayed in public and also for the fact that Uli's own wallet was getting quite thin. He felt it's light weight in the back pocket of his tight leather black pants, sighing audibly.
Uli turned into the nearest produce store, holding his usual large woven basket to hold the items he planned on purchasing underneath his right arm. He was clad in his usual wear, black leather gloves and large red leather over coat in the duster fashion. His jacket collar was turned upwards as if he was trying to shield his mouth from the air around him, but his goofy, care free grin was still poking out to the world at large. His spiky blonde hair was standing up with only a few strands coming loose and dipping over his brow. He attributed this to the lack of hair gel he could afford lately. His people had to eat in order to survive and telling them that his hair needed more cosmetics wasn't going to change that.
His black leather boots plopped against the ground with each step he took and the metal buckles hanging off of them clanged gently against each other, giving Uli a comfortable feeling. He liked hearing his own bootsteps for some reason and he didn't really feel a need to explain why. It just was what it was to him. Uli continued whistling as he looked over the aisles, giving the perusing glance to the different flavors of spice in the current aisle he was in. "Oregano... Hmm. Maybe if I'm making a giant pot of Spaghetti again. Could go well with venison meatballs..." Uli mused to himself. The clan was catching a lot more deer lately and he couldn't let the meat go to waste. Though he hadn't tried spaghetti with venison before, he thought to himself, 'Why not? Couldn't taste that bad, right?'
Uli turned into the nearest produce store, holding his usual large woven basket to hold the items he planned on purchasing underneath his right arm. He was clad in his usual wear, black leather gloves and large red leather over coat in the duster fashion. His jacket collar was turned upwards as if he was trying to shield his mouth from the air around him, but his goofy, care free grin was still poking out to the world at large. His spiky blonde hair was standing up with only a few strands coming loose and dipping over his brow. He attributed this to the lack of hair gel he could afford lately. His people had to eat in order to survive and telling them that his hair needed more cosmetics wasn't going to change that.
His black leather boots plopped against the ground with each step he took and the metal buckles hanging off of them clanged gently against each other, giving Uli a comfortable feeling. He liked hearing his own bootsteps for some reason and he didn't really feel a need to explain why. It just was what it was to him. Uli continued whistling as he looked over the aisles, giving the perusing glance to the different flavors of spice in the current aisle he was in. "Oregano... Hmm. Maybe if I'm making a giant pot of Spaghetti again. Could go well with venison meatballs..." Uli mused to himself. The clan was catching a lot more deer lately and he couldn't let the meat go to waste. Though he hadn't tried spaghetti with venison before, he thought to himself, 'Why not? Couldn't taste that bad, right?'