“Aww, but I’m your idiot,” Wade coos, somehow managing to convey batting eyelashes through his mask before turning to peer over the handful of people still milling about near the entrance. Eventually he seems to spot what he’s looking for, and without so much as a backwards glance at the body, makes his way over to the upright glass panel marked ‘DIRECTORY’.
He rests one hand on a cocked hip as he traces the other over the list of shops. FYE, later; Build-A-Bear, definitely later; Victoria’s Secret? Well obviously, can’t leave out the essentials... after a few moments of searching, his hand stops- bingo- and he taps a gloved finger against the glass until he locates the appropriate letter-number combo.
“People, places, and things— I’ll give you a hint: starts with “sporting” and ends wiiiiith...” he prompts to no one in particular as he heads for the escalator. After a few steps he pauses and cranes his neck over his shoulder, or in whatever direction Goth Uncle happens to be. “Hey, Edgar Allen— you coming?”
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He rests one hand on a cocked hip as he traces the other over the list of shops. FYE, later; Build-A-Bear, definitely later; Victoria’s Secret? Well obviously, can’t leave out the essentials... after a few moments of searching, his hand stops- bingo- and he taps a gloved finger against the glass until he locates the appropriate letter-number combo.
“People, places, and things— I’ll give you a hint: starts with “sporting” and ends wiiiiith...” he prompts to no one in particular as he heads for the escalator. After a few steps he pauses and cranes his neck over his shoulder, or in whatever direction Goth Uncle happens to be. “Hey, Edgar Allen— you coming?”