Welcome to Gaia! ::

It had been raining for a couple days but it didn't stop Wil from doing his business. People needed their stuff, rain or shine, and some of his best business were various kitchen staffs around town. He was standing under the awning behind the deli in a damp flap-eared plaid hat mashed over his curly hair, and a hello kitty backpack catching most of the drips from the rain.

He and one of the cooks exchanged a handshake before the blonde skipped down to stomp in a dirty puddle. He blinked up as he passed the salon's back door and the man smoking there, and offered a polite pass-your-neighbor greeting, "Yo.."

He skipped another few feet before Wil was hopping backwards like a goofy limp noodle, "You got a light dude?" He pulled out something hand rolled and half burnt, but also bent in half and damp.

"Thanks!" Wil had to turn the backpack to figure out which one it was because he had a veritable collection of weird bags. It was a thing.

"Lighters are a hot commodity. The number two most stolen knickknack- right after pens." That was probably not an accurate or real statistic. Stepping up to the same level as the other man, the college student seemed to be taller than he looked, mostly because he had a permanent slouch and a gait like he was made of rubber and very near collapse.

He took the lighter and lit up, something strong and herbal and not weed but pungent none the less. "Thanks man. I'm Wil." He offered a hand for a shake, or a fist bump or a confusing and made up street shake. He would go with anything!

"Ummm yeah when someone calls me." Wil noticed that Rabbit shifted a bit and he made a point to blow his smoke elsewhere. He was deceptively observant in spite of his lazy appearance and bearing. "Guy's gotta get his green ya know."

He grinned, "I get around all over. If you ever need anything, lemme know. I'll give you my number." He probably did mean anything. It was hard to tell though.

"I only cut my hair when it gets in my eyes too bad.." His beat up hat was tugged off to reveal a mop of blonde curls that currently lay right to his eyebrows. It was nice hair, curly and thick, if not a bit messy from the hat. It suited his smattering of freckles and blue eyes. His hat was mashed back on again with a smile.

"I can put it in your phone. Or text you?" He had his own phone out in a second, flipping deftly through screens with his thumb.

"I'm in college. For art." He blinked upwards with lazy eyes and his smoke dangling loosely from his lips, "Maybe I see some stuff. This is a funny place you know. All kindsa mysterious."

He grinned again, smoke drifting from his nostrils, "Want me to read your fortune?"

Wil had enough smiles for the both of them. "Palm or magic eight ball, if you're feeling adventurous and have a specific question.."

He offered his hands, which seemed marked and stained by markers or dyes. It was hard to tell but they looked like artist's hands. "I even have a paper fortune teller.." If you're looking for something real mystical.

"Alright," Wil smiled up at the other and pulled his backpack around front to fish in. He produced a standard old school 8-ball, "I got this."

The blonde inhaled deep, clasped the ball in both hands, and closed his eyes. He hummed a moment, "Will Rabbit get a new job in six months?"

The ball was given a shake-shake-shake, another shake-shake-shake (he was very intent, so much selling it really), before Wil spun it around.

The white die inside bobbed and settled. "Don't count on it!"

He then turned his blue eyes to Rabbit, "Is that good or bad??"

"Spare change? A buck?" Wil seemed to wave on his feet like a reed in the wind, "A cigarette and a promise of future business??"

His grin was certainly friendly enough, with all his scruffy charm. "Next time a real palm reading maybe. Who knows what your future could hold." Perfect mystical voice, btw.