After being in America for almost three years now Richard was used to see some weird people, even more than he did when he was back in England but out of all those people the one individual he discretely glanced at right now took the biggest piece of cake. The colours of that outfit sure hit his light coloured eyes wrong as they were hard to look at and he would usually not stray closer unless duty as a Redcoat asked him too but as with all things today, positiveness was what ruled his head. Maybe the stranger could tell him how could he manage to walk around with such vibrant colours. “It is a nice day today is it not, sir?” he asked, taking a few steps toward Lupos.

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