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Moving just as quickly as every other person walking along the sidewalk that evening Fletcher really want paying much attention to those around him. Enough not to be rude, he shifted as needed to avoid collisions, but his pace never wavered as he hurried along.

On his back he had a bass guitar case covered in stickers with various levels of ware, it complimented the clothing, both new and old enough to look like he'd dragged it from a mission donation bin. Jeans were torn, boots scuffed, but the flannel shirt he had on over a simple tee shirt looked fresh, even ironed.

In his hand he was attempting to wrangle something that looked like amix between a burrito and a sushi roll. Attempting. He'd gotten about half way through it as he walked and now it was starting to fall apart as he took quick, hurried bites. Trying to finish it before he lost it.

As a bit of rice broke free from the roll and toppled over the side of his hand to explode against the sidewalk Fletcher let out a small groan of disappointment. Then he made a very undignified hybrid of yelp and squawk as a deep voice rumbled inquisitively in startling proximity. It made him jump, another bit of rice and avocado breaking from the rest to drop to the ground and Fletcher sighed, swearing under his breath before turning to look at who the voice belonged to as he slowed his pace.

And stopped dead as he stared into what looked like solid blackness under the wide brim of a purple hat. Freackles stood in stark contrast as what little color he had drained from his face, and his fingers tensed around the sushirrito in his hand enough break another large chunk free, but this one when completely unnoticed as it dropped.