[ Eustace, on the other hand, has forsaken the complimentary toga offered to him by the robots and opted to continue wearing his usual all-black bodysuit-and-armor combo as he scopes out the marketplace. It certainly sticks out amidst all the garish patterns, but he hardly notices the stares leveled at him every so often. (Is it really because he's not wearing the toga though, or is it because of those big fluffy ears on top of his head? Or that big gun strapped to his back - is he just happy to see you?)
Usually his eyes don't linger too long on any one stall - the skimpy swimsuits are of no interest to him, and the penis-shaped lollipops even less so - but his feet stay planted a minute too long in front of one particularly decked-out shop, its selection vast enough to boggle even his mind.
And that's his first mistake.
A woman comes bearing down on him, all bright smiles and sugary words. His ears twitch once. ]
No. I've no need for supplies of this nature.
[ Actually, he looks like he has a stick up his ass from the way he's glaring irritably at everything, so he probably does need one of these toys to help him relax. ]
time for the phestivities
Usually his eyes don't linger too long on any one stall - the skimpy swimsuits are of no interest to him, and the penis-shaped lollipops even less so - but his feet stay planted a minute too long in front of one particularly decked-out shop, its selection vast enough to boggle even his mind.
And that's his first mistake.
A woman comes bearing down on him, all bright smiles and sugary words. His ears twitch once. ]
No. I've no need for supplies of this nature.
[ Actually, he looks like he has a stick up his ass from the way he's glaring irritably at everything, so he probably does need one of these toys to help him relax. ]