@GirlyFemGeek “Hm?”
Glasses adjusted with a gaze towards the male. X was anything but rude to civilians. Even if his public knew nothing about him.
“Hello there. Are you lost?”
“A splendid idea. You know, assuming we traded numbers amidst our philosophical journey through a bar.”
Which, they did not, so. . .He is vindicated once again.
“I did. People afraid of me exposing the truth of the world. Usual suspects.”
‘ 𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 . 𝒾t’s thoughtful of you to think of me n all , but you could’ve at least sent me a 𝓉ext like 𝒂𝒍𝒍 adults do nowadays . and by the way …did you ever figure out who put that 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝓉arget on your back .ᐣ ’
"Do you believe there's a single person who isn't? Even with nothing but good intentions... people are affected by circumstances outside of their control. We all have to wear a mask- be it as a hero or simply survive- and believe things will work out in end."
Hm. . .She does an excellent job at making him feel bad. Even if not by design.
“If you’d like.”
What followed next was a 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏.
An enigmatic noise that, for him, was one that meant creation once again was his playtoy. And to prove it. Another can held out—
Taking a moment to ponder the question. He drunk the energized can more than he remembered. But, to taste it. . .That was something he rarely stopped for.
“Hm—? I suppose it’s a bold flavor. Not too sweet. Not too light neither. A nice, bold taste. I quite like it.”
“Our line of work is often unpredictable. After knowing you were safe, I did need to find out who still had that hit on my head. Wouldn’t have been fair to put you in harms way.”