wanderer

She blinks. "Right. Adorable." The elven woman says.

"You seem like a well travelled type, what do you think happened to the people? I would have thought...there be more in such a big city."

Chrono pauses as he hears the stranger speaking, his red gaze looks to the individual as he lets out a deep sigh. He clutching onto his chest as if he could feel the pocket watch, the item that helps his transformation. But knowing its still with Rosette, the demon wasn't sure how to feel about this situation.

Knowing his partner would need to use up her lifespan if he was in this form for so long. He tries to concentrate, trying to ease himself. The reason he might have change is due to stress, he wasn't too sure.

Once he relaxes himself does his form shifted, the adult body shrinking into a smaller form, and with a deep sigh he opens his eyes back. Blinking.

"is this city not full of exciting mysteries! Such marvels are surely beyond what my own dynasty could achieve! It feels like I"m living in a giant city full of advancement!"

though...

"Um, sir," Andrale says as she tries to catch the older man's attention.

"There is a Bug Fix on you."

A small sigh, then elation on his face brief as it was.

"Your right!"

And then he shoos it away, being so new there was barely anything of excess on himself. Not that he would know how it works, the whole situation being so new and wonderful for a wanderer like him.

Its unbelievable... how can he change into this form?? Something he rarely does, due to the amount of stamina the form consumes. So when chrono was in his 'adult' form, all he could do is stare at his hands

"How...?" His voice is deeper and his form taller and broader. "What kind of a place is this??"

"Now now, its a confusing, wonderful place for certain."

Eyes delighted in everything, unlike the other he seems to be having the time of his life right now. Everything is new, exciting and rather bright. compared to the natural life of China, this city was full of shining everything.

He wakes up one day to a city with no people to call his own.

He stands above what he considers a pole of many lights, but for others it is simply called a light post for the traffic lights. His feet perfectly balanced as he looks at the wide surroundings, trying to find other people. the loud rushing sounds, the various people of every size and shape.

How exciting!

How absurd.

Thankfully he steps off the pole, landing silently on the hard ground. How rich of a city, to have paved roads. only in the palaces does he see such things.