Still strongly contemplating getting a pack of smokes, not that he was planning on smoking them… not right now… but… Those thoughts swirling through his head, he turned a corner in the aisle without looking and smacked into a solid form.
Arms cartwheeling, he shifted into a defensive stance instinctually. His hand moving towards his de-gun before he even saw what or who he hit. When his eyes registered, he froze, mouth open, “Huh…?”
The guy was unlike anything he’d encountered before, but nice outfit certainly.
Dragora barely felt the little bag of bones touching him. If the dude crashed against him, he just felt it like if a courtain brushed slightly his side. A soft humm and his gaze moved away from his list, to rest on the blue man’s face. Drago’s lips’s pursed aside, looking at the alien with light interest. Scanning him, from up to down, trying to recognize him. At the end he noticed that it was not Harrison or Sheldon.
The corner of his lips melted into a slight half smile. Eyebrow up, half turning to face him. “Well well. When you crash on someone usually one say sorry. Not Huh” – Drago smirked, checking again the Alien attire. “No suit and tie…” he left the list back inside his pocket “…Finally a rebel” he added with a soft chuckle. Odd. The alien was odd. His tail waved with interest, wondering if also was cocky and arrogant like the rest. “Let me guess…. A DeGun, somewhere on your pants?” he tilts his head aside to confirm it.
Straightening, Syx crossed his arms, he really didn’t want to get kicked out of the shop for pulling a gun or have to flee from the cops. It was hard to enjoy a sugar snack on the run. Not that the thought didn’t have its own appeal… but it would detract from his ability to return to Anna in a timely manner.
“Sorry is for people who are sorry,” the villain snorted, “And that does greatly narrow down who you know. As far as I’m aware, versions of myself that lack my amazing fashion sense are far more rare,” he waved a hand over his leather-clad form. He really didn’t like that the stranger knew about his de-gun, but that was far from unexpected. It was his weapon of choice. He thrust out his chin, “And considering there are far too many of me that go by Megamind in this city, you can all me Mr. Blue.”
He fixed the man with a defiant gaze, he’d reclaimed that mocking moniker. His eyes daring the other to mock him for it, “And less rebel and more super villain. Titles are important,”
He was aware that he just announced that to the whole store… oops. Well, maybe the police run was going to be on the bill for today anyway depending on how the staff reacted if they overheard that.
“And you, my fine man?” he added with a sassy tongue pop.
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