ISKRA
He glances up from his close inspection of a navy blue shirt that read I Like It Wet with a picture of a light blue wave curling over the text innocently. Each pair she displays does have a certain appeal, but he reaches for the Ludo cartoon set with a half-contained laugh. "Why do I feel like Ludo runs a fashion line on the side, everything designed with its likeness?" Simpering, Iskra takes the swim trunks and grabs a different shirt, a yellow one that says Catch of the Day with an elegant fish arcing over the font.
He disappears into the back briefly to change and pay, and reappears with his pack on his front, old clothes being stuffed into it as he walks. He found flip-flops amid the exchange as well, and his boots clack from the pack where he tied them from their laces. He looks...pale. Extremely pale from the legs down. Shifting the pack back to his back, he stands before her for inspection approval. "Well, do you think I pass?"
He disappears into the back briefly to change and pay, and reappears with his pack on his front, old clothes being stuffed into it as he walks. He found flip-flops amid the exchange as well, and his boots clack from the pack where he tied them from their laces. He looks...pale. Extremely pale from the legs down. Shifting the pack back to his back, he stands before her for inspection approval. "Well, do you think I pass?"
I'm losin' my grip, caught up in the current
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
