Mac looked around furtively, reaching into his large backpack and pulling out one of his old antlers to gnaw on. His new antlers were already growing back in, and the old one was on its last legs. There was a loud crunch as the antler broke in half and he quickly hid the piece that wasn't in his mouth, continuing to gnaw on the piece in his mouth. It was a rainy, late spring day and the farmer's market had opened up again, he hid his antler back in his backpack before heading over to the stalls. The stall owners knew him as he had been here since he was a child, for the past few years it was without his family, so they had gotten used to his presence and understanding him when he mumbled out his requests.
Once he swallowed the antler, he finally properly entered the market. When he kept his mouth shut he mostly looked like an oddly colored moose, only splotches of white and his bright blue eyes giving away the illusion that he is anything but an herbivore. To that end, he used his appearance to his advantage, talking as little as possible as he made his way through the stalls and headed for the chicken farms. Once there he crouched and began to pick out eggs to put into the cardboard cartons they provided. The chicken running the stall was smiling politely at him, he was her biggest customer both figuratively and literally.
He pursed his lips and mumbled out, "How much." once he was ready.
"Forty." she said, holding her hand out for the money. He pulled out the two twenties and handed them over, waiting patiently for her to bag the eggs. She handed him the large sack and he accepted it, heading down to the stall for full cream milk and getting a purchase there, putting the milk in his bag. He then began to wander around the market, looking for new stalls or new faces to see if there was anything new and interesting around.
Once he swallowed the antler, he finally properly entered the market. When he kept his mouth shut he mostly looked like an oddly colored moose, only splotches of white and his bright blue eyes giving away the illusion that he is anything but an herbivore. To that end, he used his appearance to his advantage, talking as little as possible as he made his way through the stalls and headed for the chicken farms. Once there he crouched and began to pick out eggs to put into the cardboard cartons they provided. The chicken running the stall was smiling politely at him, he was her biggest customer both figuratively and literally.
He pursed his lips and mumbled out, "How much." once he was ready.
"Forty." she said, holding her hand out for the money. He pulled out the two twenties and handed them over, waiting patiently for her to bag the eggs. She handed him the large sack and he accepted it, heading down to the stall for full cream milk and getting a purchase there, putting the milk in his bag. He then began to wander around the market, looking for new stalls or new faces to see if there was anything new and interesting around.