A Meeting of Men. Manly Men.

Wan Hung Lo, for the umpteenth time, takes off his thrice-high and runs a finger through his long red hair and adjusts his bandanna to hold his hair out of his face, though it never seemed to last. He starts walking again, his black leather boots scraping the rough stone of the street, and his white pants kept from the dusty ground by being tucked into said boots. He finds that he's far too hot, and so he pulls off his knee-length jackcoat, though he doesn't pull off his vest, since that's his last line of protection. Wan looks down at the vest and long, white-sleeved shirt beneath, making sure the frilly sleeves are still covering his hands and his iridescent vest is still changing colors, showing that the treatment hasn't worn off yet, although it should take a few years for that to happen.
In truth, Wan was waiting for his Heishou contact, hoping to finally be allowed into the organization. He had only met Dao-Ming so far, but she had told him to be on the lookout for one of her associates. He lightly touches the inside pocket of his vest, making sure all three vials are there, though he was sure he wouldn't need them. One shouldn't leave ones weapons at home, especially in a big city like Ba Sing Se. He looks about for his associate in the crowd, his red eyes darting about for someone that matched the description given to him. The hustle and bustle of the crowd made looking directly at anything difficult, especially the details of a single person's face. He yawns a little, then spies a bench through the passing throng of human bodies, and lays down on the bench, one leg up and the other on the ground, with his thrice-high tilted forwards over his eyes.
Though he appears to be asleep, his chest moving slowly and his body still, his mind is keenly aware of the goings-on around him, not wanting to be caught off-guard by a pickpocket who might think that a sleeping target is quite easy. One hand on his vest at all times, ready at a moment's notice to throw one of the more painful vials at any who might think to take his precious little money.