He shuffles back and forth on the sidewalk, sometimes he'll just stand and watch nothing in particular, or he'll get stuck in a walking loop and end up facing the wall of a building until something catches his attention enough for him to follow.
It seems like he's there but he's not there, something terribly empty in his eyes. He's wearing a crisp suit, which has somehow avoided disaster even with his random wanderings.
But then there's something else, something...just something. He doesn't know what it is, but he takes a few unconscious steps in the direction of the thing that seems...important. Calling to him somehow.
*jazz music and backwards speaking time*
It seems like he's there but he's not there, something terribly empty in his eyes. He's wearing a crisp suit, which has somehow avoided disaster even with his random wanderings.
But then there's something else, something...just something. He doesn't know what it is, but he takes a few unconscious steps in the direction of the thing that seems...important. Calling to him somehow.