primadonna | open, exploring

[gavril l.]

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Immigrants,
we get the job done. 

[B][I]Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

Enter the foreigner. The sight of the more...expected beach attire, touristy or not, caused him to scrunch up his nose. He stood near Cat and hadn't really made himself known but he clearly had an opinion. After another glance around the shop, he spoke to nobody in particular [b]"People wear this stuff?" Gav's attire was simple: when it's cold he wears sweatshirt, jacket, jeans and in the summer shorts and maybe a shirt. None of these things caught his eye, maybe a hat but it was unlikely.

His usual choice in hat, if he wore one, was a beanie. However he walked over to stand near Gabe, a cap catching his attention. The Romanian grabbed a slightly purple red cap, pushing his hair back as he put it on so his bangs weren't in his eyes. It had a design on it down near the visor, but he didn't care. His gaze went to Angel when she asked for opinions on the sweatshirt she put on and shrugs "Other one looked better" he answered, though he had already made his opinion on the clothing.

"[i]Iubițel" he was talking to Cat - the word was Romanian - he was trying to get their attention. He slid a lighter or two that he noticed in his back pocket just for...personal cautious measures. Once gaining Cat's attention, a tiny grin appeared on his face "Does it look okay?"

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