“-YOUR PRICES ARE CRIMINAL ANYWAY!” Syx shouted angrily at the distraught manager of the Hot Topic that he’d just been thrown out of. He really should have known better, but he’d been filled with nostalgia about everything that he’d never been able to do as a teen. The idea of simply being able to go and explore the mall, boldly and utterly blue, had been too tempting to pass up. Especially with all Harrison had done to tempt him out of his shell and into normal public life.
It turns out, however, that the mall didn’t live up to his quality standards, size requirements, or the daydreams of his teenage self. Maybe trying to recapture those wishes in his 30s was just unrealistic. Still, he felt utterly justified for calling them out on their horrific use of fake leather and cheaply coated metal. There was no way those prices weren’t a rip-off. Not that he was very aware what normal prices should be…
Didn’t matter. Syx stuffed his hands into the pockets of his spike covered leather jacket and turned towards the food court. Maybe that would fair better. He’d only just turned when he looked up and stopped in his tracks. That… that had to be a Glaupunk… she had to be with those shoulders… there was just something… off about the other aliens that seemed so obvious to Syx. The humans seemed so painfully oblivious but to him, the others stood out nearly as much as he did. Just… off. Not human.
He licked his lips nervously, unsure if he should approach or not… he hadn’t done anything wrong… it should be fine… right?
[That oh-so-familiar voice instantly catches Wendalyn’s attention. It’s been a while since she has heard it without the ‘civilized’ adulteration that Harrison’s voice has and she has missed it. It’s also vaguely amusing to hear the villain complaining about anything being criminal.]
[His nervous body language makes her smile wickedly and she gladly heads his way, her large dog at her heels. This should be fun.] Hey~
That smile makes Syx’s chest tighten, but… every version he knew of the Glaupunks were heros or cops or something on the ‘good’ side of the law… so… there wasn’t any reason to worry. Right.
Chin up and putting on a cockier show of himself and trying to bury his nerves, Syx, nodded in response, and held out his hand towards the dog in a friendly way. He did adore dogs.
“I take it you just can’t resist this blue visage?” he boasted, “This city is just filled, isn’t it?” so many doubles and versions, but he wasn’t sure how publicly he want to announce that, so kept it vague, “What should I call you anyway?”
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