Stephen
[Downtown...]

◆ "Thanks."

□ Stepping away from the food cart, Silas took a moment to admire the food in his hands. Some local delicacies and standard fare packed together into a neat, orderly Styrofoam tray, he'd never let go of his gripe with the absurd add-on fees through all of the food delivery apps that were available in the Isakstad region. It was this refusal to pay extra that led to him riding down to Isakstad's market district today, tiered skirt and wavy twin-tone hair blowing elegantly in the downhill wind as he sailed down about half an hour prior.

▪︎ And now, he had his food, but where to sit...?

• Afrer about ten minutes of strolling around with his eyes peeled for any sort of quiet spot, he eventually spotted out a quiet little gazebo, attached to some sort of pub. Hoisting himself up over the railing, he hoped nobody saw, and if someone *Did* See they wouldn't call the cops on him. Sure, he was already imprisoned, but... No sense to make things worse, huh?

★ So, he sat down with his back pressed against the railing, lit a cigarette, and began to eat, like some sort of alley cat.
Christian
Craig stumbled across the quiet streets of Isakstad, juggling several grocery bags all the while praying the beanie that concealed his hair would not fall off. He scanned, the streets for a place to rest and drink before his eyes landed on a gazebo not that far away. 

Stumbling over to the rest area, he placed his bags down and hurriedly fixed his hat. Glancing to his side, he noticed a vaguely familiar person sitting in the gazebo as well. "Ah, I hope you don't mind me sitting here for a bit." He said through a tired but polite smile, sitting down next to him.

His head buzzed with a chatter of thoughts and emotions, especially since its the first time in a long time he's been outside in a city unsupervised. Normally, his roommate would accompany him outside, but he was busy today and Craig needed to get groceries. 

Looking at the scenery, he stretched his limbs slightly, relaxing in his seat. He hadn't noticed his beanie slowly shift as a single strand of bright pinkish blue 'hair' poked out slightly, facing the man sitting beside him.
Stephen
◇ Unsurprisingly, someone else had stumbled across him, cigarette hanging from chapstick lips, cloudberry jam staining his cheek.

□ Rather than say anything at first, which would have been rude given his mouthful of food, he simply grunted and waved, the fork in his hand expertly weaving itself between the gaps in his fingers as he did so. At this point he had begun to stop caring about people seeing him, at least out in public; after all, his fake ID never actually remained in his room, so even if he was caught and his room was searched there was no chance his nicotine lifeline would be severed. For now, he simply chewed, slowly, savouring his limpa-cloudberry jam-peanut butter sandwich and humming.

▪︎ Best sandwich he'd had in weeks.

◆ "Hey." With his bite swallowed, he cleared his throat and broke the silence. "Need a little break from doin' groceries? Good place. Wood's kinda comfy."