[Meanwhile, on the opposite shift of Lysithea's bakery crew, a certain someone has recently fallen into his squidlife crisis in earnest. He's just passed his six-month mark in Trench and is keenly aware of that fact, and while it's easy to blame his overall sense of restlessness on stress or corruption, truthfully a great deal of it is just...well, Break has had some time. He's the sort of person who needs clear reasons to keep himself going, and having kids from home to look after was certainly reason enough to bother keeping his head above water, as it were. But now, now, mm.
Now, Break has reasons not just to exist, but to move forward. There are people here he's already come to love and things he wants to protect in this place, and he's come to understand that this world is going to need more of him than he's been able to give so far if he's going to stand in it properly. To be as reliable as he's accustomed to being.
So. It's time to get up.
The first order of business in this regard has been to start easing out of the near constant black he's been wearing this whole time -- the color of mourning, of course. He has already replaced his thick black winter coat with a long, glorious purple one that swishes just so when he moves, and it's incredible how much more like himself he feels clad in the best color of all once again. But everything underneath is still black, and so, today's quest is to start acquiring the basics in more of a variety than he currently has.
He is holding up a flouncey pirate shirt in white to see if it has enough ruffles to meet his tastes when the horns on the other side of the rack catch his eye. Break does not expect to see Peter underneath them, and so he stares a little longer than is strictly polite.]
...gotten into the weird wall fruit, have we?
[Break had a very bad chocolate experience a week or two ago. He will not be trusting the wall fruit.]
Let's be real what Peter really needs here is to go shopping with Xerxes Break
Now, Break has reasons not just to exist, but to move forward. There are people here he's already come to love and things he wants to protect in this place, and he's come to understand that this world is going to need more of him than he's been able to give so far if he's going to stand in it properly. To be as reliable as he's accustomed to being.
So. It's time to get up.
The first order of business in this regard has been to start easing out of the near constant black he's been wearing this whole time -- the color of mourning, of course. He has already replaced his thick black winter coat with a long, glorious purple one that swishes just so when he moves, and it's incredible how much more like himself he feels clad in the best color of all once again. But everything underneath is still black, and so, today's quest is to start acquiring the basics in more of a variety than he currently has.
He is holding up a flouncey pirate shirt in white to see if it has enough ruffles to meet his tastes when the horns on the other side of the rack catch his eye. Break does not expect to see Peter underneath them, and so he stares a little longer than is strictly polite.]
...gotten into the weird wall fruit, have we?
[Break had a very bad chocolate experience a week or two ago. He will not be trusting the wall fruit.]