[A tall young man is sitting at a bar, a walking-cane (functional, not decorative) propped at his side. He's staring into his vodka drink with the glassy look of someone who is not nearly as drunk as he intends to be.]
street option
[Later, he is out on a walk, limping down the sidewalk and glancing around as if trying to make his way to some unseen destination. A couple of goons are giving him interested looks. The wrong kind of interested, unfortunately. Kou's cane, while it has no particular ornament to it, is clearly extremely well-made and expensive, and it's not long before the goons are following him. Kou grips the stick, looking grim and pale, and keeps limping forward, quickly as his broken body will allow.]
Lieutenant Koudelka | The Vorkosigan Saga | Tags or prose
[A tall young man is sitting at a bar, a walking-cane (functional, not decorative) propped at his side. He's staring into his vodka drink with the glassy look of someone who is not nearly as drunk as he intends to be.]
street option
[Later, he is out on a walk, limping down the sidewalk and glancing around as if trying to make his way to some unseen destination. A couple of goons are giving him interested looks. The wrong kind of interested, unfortunately. Kou's cane, while it has no particular ornament to it, is clearly extremely well-made and expensive, and it's not long before the goons are following him. Kou grips the stick, looking grim and pale, and keeps limping forward, quickly as his broken body will allow.]