Thread: Welcome to the Real World [Ryax x Umbrale]

It's a beautiful day in the city. Sunlight beams on the throngs of pedestrians and cars moving throughout the bustling streets, heading to work and school. Shops have started their morning routine, smells of fresh baked bread and tantalizing breakfasts penetrate the air. Welcome to Magnolia. It's the capital of the country, where all types of beings of the world mix and mingle freely, be it Humans, Elves, Werewolves or any of the other races. Business is booming in the mixed metropolis. New buildings are being made every day and the outskirts of the city are expanding steadily. Meet Mark , he's a construction worker in the middle of the city, specializing in skyline structures. He's a Shapeshifter. It has it's uses in this line of work due to the fact that they can quickly gain some extra legs and be somewhere else on the grounds or grow a few extra muscles to carry heavy weights. Rrring.. Rrring.. The phone rang in his right leg pocket. Mornin' Boss Mark said as he picks up the phone and answers the call. He's strolling down the sidewalk at a casual pace, being early for work this morning he figure'd he'd take some time getting there, enjoy the sunlight for a bit before having to spend all day indoors fixing interior structural design for a new 'scraper that's scheduled to open in a few months time. Good morning to you too, sonny. I need you to pick up something before coming in to work today. Swing by the market and get me some of that thai lunch stuff they sell down there wont you? I'm swamped up over my head today and the missus didn't prep any lunch for me. Damn runts always having precedence these days. I need to eat too! his boss Mr. Larkins exclaimed in dismay. Shift some extra legs and get here soon, I need you on the grounds. Thanks! Now git to it boy! Larkins continued without giving Mark pause to protest and then he hung up. Larkins could be annoying at times but he was a good soul so Mark had no qualms about helping him out every once in a while, he knew he'd do the same for him if he could. Putting the phone back in his pocket, Mark laughed a short Hah! . 'No way, if you want your lunch I'm going to take my time getting it' , Mark mused to himself as he swerved away towards the market, not breaking the pace of his stride. Mark was currently in the shape of a human of the taller variety, first to get the sun on his face and as to not disturb the flow of the people around him too much. Many of the morning commuters in the area had humanoid shapes, he didn't see the point of shaping into something larger and bulky and cause too much inconvenience for those around him. Today that is. He was wearing his construction worker clothes for shifters, black cargo pants, a plain white shirt with a screaming yellow vest on top for visibility in his work place. A pair of steel capped boots to go along with it. His pants, vest and shirt all had hollow flaps sewed in for convenience of shifting some extra limbs. He was carrying his backpack over his left shoulder, stuffed with extra shoes, gloves and protein energy snacks if the need arose during his day. Considering safety regulations it was more expensive being a shifter then regular biped since you had to account for specially sewn clothes and extra boots. His work only covered a fraction of what he needed to spend on gear, but he was not bitter about it. He'd grown used to it. It was the way of the world. He earned more money being more useful then others anyway so eventually it evened out nicely. The market was already chock full of people, loud and lively. Mark shifted some extra eyes so that he wouldn't miss the stand selling the food while forcing himself through the crowds. It takes extra energy shifting his body so he didn't want to overdo himself and be hungry again already before lunch. After a while of searching he located the stand in question, got some lunch for his boss and himself and headed back towards work. Going to the market in the morning was always such a tease for him, pressing up and sliding against all manners of tantalizing shapes and being bombarded with all kinds of great smells. Having eventually left the thick crowds he sighed, his libido having flared from all the sensual exposure coupled with that his only option of release was that he had to work it off left him a little on edge.