to : @laraxfitzgerald
location : galactica gift shop
locals, visitors, tourists. manu commonly found himself fascinated by all the different kinds of people that he had gotten the opportunity to meet in the small town of his. well, it wasn’t exactly his— he hadn’t been born nor raised in roswell but those memories & whatever threads that still had him tied to his hometown back in arizona were soon to be cut off. for a man like him, honoring the life he was building by himself meant far more than remembering what his life used to be. perhaps he still felt homesick, feeling like a tourist more often than not, & maybe that was the reason why he enjoyed visiting tourist attractions, to allow himself to stare in both awe & wonder like he didn’t know anything about the place he now called home.
& because he liked the places tourists frequented. they were fun. much like the point of interest his ranch had turned into because of his & his men’s efforts at drawing the attention, the galactica gift shop remained a busy establishment where he could satisfy his guilty pleasure of browsing through the ugly souvenirs & the curious faces of the visitors that couldn’t seem to decide on what to buy. with some luck, he also thought he could even charm a tourist with that infamous sweet talking of his. he is looking around the store until one of the customers catches his attention— the newest face in town, he clearly remembered her moving in a couple months ago. “ i’d stop thinking twice n’ buy both— the cap and the shirt. the alien green matches your eyes. ”