[Karamatsu could have waited to go visit Ebony Threads, perhaps when his changes had been less recent and it was easier for him to walk. His feet still hurt from where the claws came in and those "antler-like protrusions" are starting to ache as much as the inside of his mouth, but blessedly not like the beginning of the month when everything started. Instead he decides to stop by later that same day, waiting for Osomatsu to get bored of sitting around in the park before wandering off to find a place to get a cheap drink. Karamatsu politely declined, using the excuse that he wanted to do some window shopping before it got dark.
It doesn't take him very long to reach the place at least, even shuffling at a slower than usual pace. He'd been doing a good job of keeping his usual smirk in tact and looking like he's got everything together, but the truth of the matter is that he's dying inside. He's trying very hard not to panic and just leave, because what do you do when someone has not only offered you a job, but one that seems to be so...important?
He wants to feel important. He really does. But he wants to feel like he's a failure for trying far less.
Before he can talk himself out of it, Karamatsu slowly steps into the store with his shades hiding the nervous flick of his eyes and his hands buried in his pockets so his claws won't click together and give his shaking hands away. Of course, that doesn't hide the way the blue and black fur framing his neck trembles, nor does it stop his antennae from twitching at the ends beyond his control, almost imperceptibly.
He doesn't seem to notice, though.
There's no mistaking where he is, not when he's walked right into the part of the store that has that very art gallery that Rohan had been telling him about. Instead of venturing further, though, he decides to try calling out from where he is. He deliberately came later in the evening so maybe it's close to closing and there won't be that many people here...]
Hello? I...I am Matsuno Karamatsu. I am here to...talk about a possible job, here...?
[What is the protocol for this, he doesn't even know. Rohan might not even be here as far as he knows.]
Action; backdated to late afternoon of the 1st
It doesn't take him very long to reach the place at least, even shuffling at a slower than usual pace. He'd been doing a good job of keeping his usual smirk in tact and looking like he's got everything together, but the truth of the matter is that he's dying inside. He's trying very hard not to panic and just leave, because what do you do when someone has not only offered you a job, but one that seems to be so...important?
He wants to feel important. He really does. But he wants to feel like he's a failure for trying far less.
Before he can talk himself out of it, Karamatsu slowly steps into the store with his shades hiding the nervous flick of his eyes and his hands buried in his pockets so his claws won't click together and give his shaking hands away. Of course, that doesn't hide the way the blue and black fur framing his neck trembles, nor does it stop his antennae from twitching at the ends beyond his control, almost imperceptibly.
He doesn't seem to notice, though.
There's no mistaking where he is, not when he's walked right into the part of the store that has that very art gallery that Rohan had been telling him about. Instead of venturing further, though, he decides to try calling out from where he is. He deliberately came later in the evening so maybe it's close to closing and there won't be that many people here...]
Hello? I...I am Matsuno Karamatsu. I am here to...talk about a possible job, here...?
[What is the protocol for this, he doesn't even know. Rohan might not even be here as far as he knows.]