He didn't mind it, though. He let himself out, took the spare, wandered out onto the sidewalks and into Destiny City proper. Passed hordes of people and shops and little pockets of excitement. Whispers about upcoming events or coming-out parties. Few paused to look at him twice, though he wore the stuffy old clothes he could find from Malory's all-too-expansive wardrobe. The waistcoat and button-up were a bit much for the heat, too, and no amount of rolling up the sleeves really shirked the heat the ensemble corralled close to his body.
Eles wasted the better part of an hour simply looking around before he decided that he should use that day to look for a job. Much as it seemed easy enough to get Malory to spend for him, he liked the idea of having his own money. Of having no one looking over his shoulder as he was spending it.
But as the morning turned to afternoon, he had quickly realized that one needed certain papers to get one of the jobs that got advertised at the front doors. Some form of ID, likely one that he'd had before he'd gotten mugged, but there was no undoing that. It sounded a touch disappointing, but maybe those jobs weren't all that fun anyway. Likely they paid low for all their lack of risk, and that seemed like a disservice to himself. Fine, then — there had to be jobs that didn't require such stuffy paperwork. He'd simply have to find them.
Deciding it was time to head back and fill his stomach again, Eles cut through an alleyway that he thought would send him to Malory's a margin quicker. In doing so, however, he caught sight of a plume of smoke that ribboned out above the back of some establishment. The smell was rather rank — he wrinkled his nose at it — but it was the spraypaint adorning the dumpster that really caught his eye.
Taking a gently used journal out of his pack, Eles made a makeshift perch out of a nearby milk crate and began sketching the dumpster while its little inferno began to rage. No doubt the owners of said dumpster would be none too enthused by the antics, but Eles found them curious and endearing enough to capture in a book for later.
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