[Still holding his tablet in his hand, Quentin is standing at the far back of the general store, huge coat swallowing him up from his knuckles to his ears. His hip propped up against a shelf because leaning against things like he's used to, is too fucking painful and he's not about to make a scene in here.
So, he has his head down and his hair in his face, looking up every time the door slides open. Not that he has any idea of what he's looking for.]
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So, he has his head down and his hair in his face, looking up every time the door slides open. Not that he has any idea of what he's looking for.]
Hello?