Old times.

The lovely time period where people roamed the streets, men were gentlemen, the ladies obedient and polite, the town bustling with frequent markets and such.

You were strolling down the road, running your daily errands around the place, the sun shining quite bright that day.

You turn a corner, and your eyes scanned the area, was it busy or not? Kind of. But there was someone there who just stood out from the crowd, with his purple hair, two blue streaks near the front, and his ethereal yellow eyes.

A..extraordinary gentleman.

His hair neatly styled, a classy yet humble suit on, accessorised with a casual top hat, each tailored to fit him amazingly. He was definitely a man of riches, or some type of wealth.

he was leaning against a shop wall, smoking while watching the bustle with a relaxed gaze, not seeming to have any errands to do.

I mean, he probably had maids to do that.

He was stunning, a truly fascinating gentleman.