The streets of the shopping district seemed to be more bustling as per late, or perhaps he had started to become more aware of his surroundings—noticing the littlest of details, contrary to his previous state in where he had been too preoccupied with his thoughts of how to leave this place. He would find himself here quite often to buy the essentials, and quickly had he learned that it seemed to be the only area where everything appeared to be normal. The loud crowds, the people who would make their way in and out of the stores, and the stall owners that would occasionally try to sell their wares to him as he passed—everything here brought a sense of nostalgia to him.
As he walked down the grand street, his attention was caught by faint sounds of chirping; a ghost of a smile crossed his lips as his eyes met that of small bird’s that was held within a cage. His slender fingers slipped passed the narrow silver bars and he gently caressed the bird’s vibrant feathers. When he pulled back, he caught a glimpse of an individual lightly knocking into someone. From where he stood, Mahmut could gauge that the individual seemed to be in hurry, though he did appear to utter quick apologetic words to the person that he had disturbed before beginning walking away. Gradually he came to a halt and he began to frantically search a bag that he had been carrying, as if he had misplaced something. Out of impulse, Mahmut glanced down at the pavement, specifically where the young man had stood prior to slight collision and there he spotted a magazine issue spread out on the ground. “... Hm...?” He stretched for the item in question, and assuming it had belonged to him—he approached the man.
“...” Blue hues cast downward, finally observing the cover of the magazine that he had in hand; his gaze slightly widened as he quickly remarked its rather, expressive features.
“... Er... excuse me—but you seem to have dropped this...?”
