[ when they arrive at the shop, it's not that he's necessarily surprised at what he finds; everything about where he's been has suggested the limitations of what would be on offer, from the cheap stock at the outpost to the outdated mode of transportation that he had to use to get to this city in the first place. but he'd hoped there'd be some limitation to this renaissance fair look and that he could at least get himself some good gear before looking for a way to get the hell out of this place. ]
Jesus. [ he quietly grumbles his disappointment, as if the slight furrow of his brow didn't suggest it enough, stepping forward to brush the tips of calloused fingers against rough sewn leather propped up on display.
even the metallic armor, for its higher pricing suggesting a more reliable product, feels like a damn joke in his eyes. when the shopkeeper steps forward, frank just sighs before fighting back another murmured and disappointed swear, instead just holding up his hand with the flat of his palm to reject the offer. ]
Just looking for now. [ he turns on his heel to face away from him, instead taking a few steps to the young woman, hands on his hips as his deep voice speaks quietly to her. ] This really it?
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Jesus. [ he quietly grumbles his disappointment, as if the slight furrow of his brow didn't suggest it enough, stepping forward to brush the tips of calloused fingers against rough sewn leather propped up on display.
even the metallic armor, for its higher pricing suggesting a more reliable product, feels like a damn joke in his eyes. when the shopkeeper steps forward, frank just sighs before fighting back another murmured and disappointed swear, instead just holding up his hand with the flat of his palm to reject the offer. ]
Just looking for now. [ he turns on his heel to face away from him, instead taking a few steps to the young woman, hands on his hips as his deep voice speaks quietly to her. ] This really it?