Baal Character Development 2: #92- Wardrobe Ambush

Baal shifted, slowly opening his eyes. Sunlight filtered through the windows in his home, and while he normally slept in and was very tempted to do that now, he decided to get up and do something. He slipped out of bed, stretching his limbs and yawning. The warm sunlight hitting his body made it protest, wanting to enjoy the warmth, but Baal fought the urge to lay back down and walked over to his wardrobe, only to open it and discover… it was almost empty. There was a note at the bottom, on top of a pile of clothes that weren’t his.

“LMAO I stole your clothes?! Don’t worry, I’ll let you borrow mine?!”

A wave of confusion washed over Baal, rereading the note a few times to himself to ensure he was reading it correctly. The handwriting was barely legible, and the word “your” was shortened to “ur.” It took him a few moments to realize who’d sent him this note- The Creator. He groans.

“First you send me to this… place, and now you steal my clothes? You think this is funny, Creator?” (very much so lol). “What did you even give me to wear instead…?”

He picks up the bundle of clothes, finding a cropped white sweater with a hole in the shoulder, a pair of tight black jeans, and light teal sneakers. He hisses and speaks loudly as if he was talking to someone beyond the sky.

“Do you honestly expect me to wear this, Creator? Give me my goddamn clothes back.”

No response. Baal hisses and groans before finally, reluctantly, slipping on the clothes. They fit him… somewhat strangely, since they were made for the opposite gender, but they were surprisingly comfortable in spite of that. He looks at himself in the mirror for some time, posing a little so he can see all angles. He sighs softly.

“Alright, fine, I suppose this will work for today. But I want my clothes back at the end of the day, you hear me, Creator?” (you got it :))

With that, he grabs a pouch of coins and places it in his black shoulder bag before leaving his hut. A library had recently opened in the town, and he refused to have a wardrobe mishap be the reason he couldn’t arrive. Finally, he could get answers to some of the lingering questions in his mind about this world. He walks down the cobblestone streets of the small village he lives near. His ears twitched as he picked up the sound of pedestrians whispering to each other about his attire. He flattened his ears and kept walking, trying to block out the sound. Blocking out sound, however, is very difficult when you have enhanced cat-level hearing. Eventually, he entered the library, breathing a sigh of relief.

The library, unlike the interior of seemingly every other building he’d seen in the town, was dark, most likely stained, wood. Lines of red carpet served as a guide in between every shelf, and there were signs indicating book genres. After purchasing a card, he walked down the aisles of the books until he found the nonfiction section. Grabbing a stack of books and checking them out, he settles into a reading corner of the library to study up, and hopefully get some answers to the lingering questions in his mind.