[Apollo could walk around fine now without being assaulted by dizziness or soreness of any sort. He knew how to wash up (that first time didn't count), and after having done so, he decided to take a walk. Staying inside was getting boring and his muscles were getting weak from lack of usage. He steps outside after having dressed appropriately (he hated them, but it was better than getting sick again), and his feet lead him to the shops that displayed many things that were supposedly required to live.
He snorts, wondering at the high-maintenance and how needy these mortals were.
And his hair kept getting in the way. How annoying.
He was distracted by the task of trying to keep his hair back that he almost didn't see someone in front of him, but stopped in time before he could crash into their back.
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He snorts, wondering at the high-maintenance and how needy these mortals were.
And his hair kept getting in the way. How annoying.
He was distracted by the task of trying to keep his hair back that he almost didn't see someone in front of him, but stopped in time before he could crash into their back.
He sighs in slight frustration.]