Atom walks up to stand next to Harlock, shooting him a sideways glance with raised eyebrows and a smile that gives away the amusement he's trying to hide behind his silence. He looks towards the doorman and puts on his best business poker face, expression successfully tamed, even as he's laughing on the inside.
Like Harlock, he's in a pair of beat up overalls and a cap. He purposely picked out a shirt that had some old dirt stains on the sleeves that didn't wash all the way out so it would look like he had shoved his gloved hands into some dirty nooks to catch creatures before. The gloves look a little big on his hands, but they should pass as something he was expected to grow into. He's doing his best to look like he's trying not to drop the tools he was carrying, including a long staffed net on his shoulder, when in reality the weight is nothing to him.
Ilphyl should be somewhere close by, and the others were sure to show any minute...
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Date: 2024-10-14 01:38 am (UTC)Like Harlock, he's in a pair of beat up overalls and a cap. He purposely picked out a shirt that had some old dirt stains on the sleeves that didn't wash all the way out so it would look like he had shoved his gloved hands into some dirty nooks to catch creatures before. The gloves look a little big on his hands, but they should pass as something he was expected to grow into. He's doing his best to look like he's trying not to drop the tools he was carrying, including a long staffed net on his shoulder, when in reality the weight is nothing to him.
Ilphyl should be somewhere close by, and the others were sure to show any minute...