The worst thing about always being on the move...
Grabbing the hat, he leaned forward a bit to place it on his head, revealing how the roots of his hair was now becoming a dark-brown instead of the blue they were otherwise before becoming covered by the wide-brimmed yellow hat."...sounds like this place hasn't lost the point behind this holiday, unlike my home," he admitted before looking up towards the sky for a moment. "There was a holiday back home that ended up taking on two forms, depending on how urban or rural the area was." He glanced about for a second before asking, "Hey, you said your family has a shop around here? Think we can head there to get out of standing in the streets? I...can get admittedly long-winded with explaining things and would like chairs for us to sit in," he admitted with the last statement, a small chuckle entering his voice as well.
...is that no one believes the tales that emerge later on.
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