#alphagrub

Things had been slow around these parts of Manhattan lately... It’s almost eerie how quiet things have been, but despite all that Alex tried to continue about his normal ‘routine’. Keeping Cipher out of trouble, being a ‘responsible’ adult, providing food and keeping the trailer cleaned, along with his normal training regime.

To most it would seem boring, but it was every day for Alex. 

Taking down some laundry he’d left outside to dry (while the rest of it was inside), the blond noticed a familiar face. 

“...Well, well. ‘S been some time, Bird-man.” He said, a small smile on his face.

“Oh, uh, ‘s laundry day by the way. It’s why i’m only wearin shorts.”  Even his headband was being cleaned, so the rare instance of seeing Alex’s full forehead and natural hair part was taking place, even if for a short amount of time. 

YOU GOT ANY COINS TO SPARE, LOVE? I NEED THAT BLOODY ‘ORSE SO MUCH

    “Don’t be rude!” She slams the pan in her hands back to the tabletop- was it a casserole? Lasagna? ...Either way, it was just frozen into a block. And she was wearing oven mitts? Why? Why, Auntie Kolin? Why are you like this?

It wasn’t actually that rare to see the model shopping in some normal clothes store. Sure, having clothes custom-made and tailored to your whims and liking was nice and all, but it was a lot of hassle and very time consuming. Most times it was easier and just about the same quality-wise to just buy clothes like any other person would.

Recently, he’d become fascinated with leather jackets and vests of all things. Maybe he’d find something to match his radiant personality and good looks~ Though it was proving to be harder then he had anticipated.

The blond fighter’s attention was drawn away though by another blond in the area, one who, in Benimaru’s eyes, wore an outfit that was much too... What was the word? Bold, for someone like that.