[A familiar dark, gloomy guy is wandering around the one place giving him the least amount of welcome, though it doesn't appear to be deterring him at all. The darkness is a nice reprieve from the blistering weather left behind in Springstar where the days have grown miserably (for him) sunnier.

As much as his general vibe helps him blend in, so too does it make him stand out. Plenty of Zenites offer him distasteful glances.

But he isn't snooping in any more personal places for now. The festivities, shops, and market stalls only get passing surveys from him with little stopping and next to no conversation. (He definitely doesn't touch anything for sure.) Just a lil guy out for a Highstorm stroll during some of the most tumultuous faction times.]

[If anyone happens to be wandering around in the pollen-ridden streets of Springstar, they will be suddenly accosted by a young man's pale, long-fingered hand. Sorry about that.

For little coherent reason, D really just wanders up to whoever he may find to take their hand in his own. They should hold it and be glad because it's the only one he's got right now. There doesn't seem to be anything beneath the edge of the long cape on the left side except dead air...]

Thank you.

[??????

It is a travesty he doesn't have a croaky, weird parasite making fun of him for this in his head anymore. Someone else will have to do it in Left Hand's honor.]

[Despite not going to Madame Dee's and getting a card of his own, he has figured out--probably by way of propositions--what people are trying to do when they appear to be attempting to get his attention.

No one ever wants this much of his presence. It's weird?

Whoever is hesitantly, or perhaps begrudgingly lingering around for him will finally get his full attention. He doesn't seem annoyed, but could perhaps do without being on so many bingo cards...]

Can I help you?

[Feel free to wildcard me anything if none of this works, or you have something else in mind. You can hit me up on Discord, too, if you have an idea.]