Post by Roscharch Booker on Mar 2, 2019 8:15:27 GMT
|The sounds of chatter filled the air above everyone's heads today as it was just another bustling day for the great big city. People were going about their day looking through glass windows at stuff they could only dream of owning. Meanwhile the actual elites of the city went about walking into stores and walking out with a five thousand dollar leather bag that would only last them for that month. Kids screamed for toys from their parents, trainers were looking through their wallets to see if they had enough for some techinical machines, and one Roscharch Booker was busy looking at some shaving cream and small trimmers for his mustache.|
Looking over the small jar of gel over in his large hand the man was a bit apprehensive, it was a better brand he heard from many credible sources, but his usual brand was just so reliable! How could he switch?! Putting the jar down the large man thought to himself, he needed a moment to gather his thoughts. That's when he began pacing back and forth in front of the store, and one little mistep in the wrong direction led him to feeling something crash into his giant frame. "Oh i'm so sorry!"