
torpe, adjective; mean a man that cannot express his love.
Lithios, Downtown, The Street, Midday
Day Off | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Under Your Spell ~ "I do nothing but think of you."
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Lithios hadn't been a planet that Kole was entirely accustomed too. It was different to most, despite being rather similar. It had all the crime, it hall the common sights of a metropolis, but it didn't have the aliens, and it didn't have her. There wasn't a thought that the Zeltron was going to appear, mainly because aliens were confined to their certain sectors for bigoted reasons; but maybe Zeltrons were close enough to Humans that they could be mistaken for one with cosmetic details thrust upon them. It wouldn't be a first. Kole had witnessed his fair share of multi-coloured individuals, and whether they were Human or not hardly mattered. They got by unquestioned. That's what did.
Kole was typically travelling certain parts of the Galaxy, but it was always work related. He had to be somewhere for one reason or another? He was there because the credits were good. Not a rich man, but one wealthy enough to get by in comfortability. It was now, however, that he had completed the job. It was done, and he had time to kill. Lithios was commonly becoming a place of return and so it seemed beneficial to get a lay of the land. Downtown was a start.
The HRD stood at the edge of the bustling street. Ahead of him were wheeled vehicles, cars, racing by as a constant flow of foot-traffic existed behind him, beside him, and across the street ahead of him. There was nothing particular about the environment he was in. Simply waiting his turn to cross the street. The clothing he wore was more accustomed to the climate he was in with the sunlight beaming down on the street. A pair of shades concealed his eyes, a white jacket with a golden scorpion -- illuminated -- on his back, and a certain sense of cleanliness with being clean shaven.
Call it sight-seeing.