[ Troy, being from a tropical country, is living his best life in this simulation. It's not just the familiar climate he's enjoying, but the beach is where his heart belongs after he established his new home on one back in his world. He's wearing a basketball jersey that's seen better days, with a pair of swim trunks and flip-flops to complete his "home" look. Troy is quick to get to work, knowing the lay of the land and the types of things that grow in them, making setting up camp an easy task.
While he's out walking alongside the waves with a makeshift fishing spear, Troy hears the sound of a friendly voice that made him stop. ]
Hmm? Oh-
[ He notices the dress, with a bit of a frown, a bit of a mismatch to the mature woman it's on. But he didn't let that face stay etched on his features as Astra got closer. He flashes her a smile and a nod. ]
Oi, what's up. I got some minor tasks but if it's company you want, I'm open to someone tagging along.
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While he's out walking alongside the waves with a makeshift fishing spear, Troy hears the sound of a friendly voice that made him stop. ]
Hmm? Oh-
[ He notices the dress, with a bit of a frown, a bit of a mismatch to the mature woman it's on. But he didn't let that face stay etched on his features as Astra got closer. He flashes her a smile and a nod. ]
Oi, what's up. I got some minor tasks but if it's company you want, I'm open to someone tagging along.