when: 14 september 1924 where: french market who: @yourpensandink
he tossed an apple, nicked from a stand a ways behind him now, back and forth between his hands as he perused the goods of other vendors. it had become something of a habit for hugo to wander through the market in the mornings - whether bored or he had something to do. some mornings he left with his hands certifiably clean and pockets free of stolen goods. others, less so. save for the apple, he’d kept his hands clean this morning because, more than once now, he’d felt a pair of eyes on him. kept seeing the same face in the crowd whenever he glanced around. he’d made no effort to shake his tail ‘til now - dipping into the crowd just to pop up next to apollo as he bit into the apple. “you’re the writer everyone’s been chatting about, aren’t you?”