[littl3chocobo]

he paused in his walking as a decidedly male voice called out to him. women he could handle, they rarely shot first and tended to be sympathetic due to a decidedly slender frame that gave him the look of a boy barely out of pubescence in the right light. it was a ploy he had used often despite his thirty years. without making any effort to come closer he lifted one arm in a wave, "tryin' to find some'ne in need of a helpin' hand, you know anyone?"