Zed
Lumberjack
Michael had followed, wide eyed and intrigued, trying to remember everything but there were no landmarks to note so it became difficult. As this tour guide had left a tote bag, many seemed to scramble for it, ripping into the clothes. He just stood by and watched for the time being, apologizing when someone else had pushed past him. Waiting until he felt it was his turn, the young man stepped forward and reached into the bag. He found some pants that fit, but was a little disappointed to find no fitting shirts. The closest thing to his size was a medium black tee, but it was just too small.
He looked around, seeing if he could trade with someone. Uncertain, he put the tee back and rubbed his arms. Looking down at the sleeves of his own shirt, he smiled to himself and pulled the orange long-sleeve over his head. Unceremoniously ripping off the arms then the collar, he put it back on, finding the dark orange tank top suited him better. Changing his pants, he slipped the belt back in through the loops and managed to tie his shoes before jogging to catch up to the last person heading to the dining hall. He was famished.
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