Shrieky still wasn't quite up to straying too far from the Valhalla Inn. The city seemed almost impossibly large to him, but he was slowly mapping it out in his mind. He knew a route to the river now, and he'd spent the last few days slowly figuring out the streets surrounding the Inn, to try and drive down his chances of getting lost forever and freezing to death out in the cold somewhere.
Right now, he was poking through a second hand store. It had been politely drawn to his attention that beings which lived on land tended to require more than one set of clothes, or they would begin to smell eventually, and that this eventually was approaching sooner rather than later for him. So it was that he found himself slowly sifting through the outside rail of mismatched items of clothing, in search of something appropriate.
Skirts, he was well aware, were not appropriate. Especially since after his conversation with Himli, he was feeling particularly sensitive to the idea of having people accuse him of being a girl or wanting to be a girl, and skirt wearing was definitely not a gender neutral activity. So no matter how many skirts he came across, he was certainly not planning on buying one. Not even if they looked a million times easier to put on than trousers. Which they seriously did.
Pushing past the more masculine looking skirts which he absolutely had not been considering buying, Shrieky cast a dubious eye over the selection of trousers available, which was considerably smaller, and contained an almost infinite amount more buttons than the skirts seemed too. Perhaps somewhere would sell him second hand discount robes? That seemed like a viable option for the masculine man who doesn't care for trousers...
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Right now, he was poking through a second hand store. It had been politely drawn to his attention that beings which lived on land tended to require more than one set of clothes, or they would begin to smell eventually, and that this eventually was approaching sooner rather than later for him. So it was that he found himself slowly sifting through the outside rail of mismatched items of clothing, in search of something appropriate.
Skirts, he was well aware, were not appropriate. Especially since after his conversation with Himli, he was feeling particularly sensitive to the idea of having people accuse him of being a girl or wanting to be a girl, and skirt wearing was definitely not a gender neutral activity. So no matter how many skirts he came across, he was certainly not planning on buying one. Not even if they looked a million times easier to put on than trousers. Which they seriously did.
Pushing past the more masculine looking skirts which he absolutely had not been considering buying, Shrieky cast a dubious eye over the selection of trousers available, which was considerably smaller, and contained an almost infinite amount more buttons than the skirts seemed too. Perhaps somewhere would sell him second hand discount robes? That seemed like a viable option for the masculine man who doesn't care for trousers...