[ Squinting at his words, then sighing even further before turning the notebook to scribble more into it again.
"I'm Kit. Familiar with speedsters? I'm one of them. IM REALLY COLD PLS" ]
Hal would look at the paper, then at you.
The paper, then you.
His face stated the same as he did this another 3 times, bewildered and confused.
Did we allow visitors???? Who is this random person outside?
He would then speak, and mouthed WHO THE HELL ARE YOU????
[ Kit chuckles, nodding lightly. ]
"Alright.. Oh, just out of curiosity--really, just a thought--what are the charges for using or creating counterfeit Ahn? And what are the procedures to verifying the legitimacy?"
"Yep. The very same."
Philip nods to confirm
"Sometimes its in paper or coins if uh thats not how money looks where you're from. Its a bit different from normal paper though."
[ Kit tapped and swiped on his palm, writing down an encoded transcription to reference later. ]
"I can handle the money, but what is this 'Ahn' you speak of? Is that the currency you're talking about?"
"Well.. you'll need money for that, and if you're not from around here Im not sure if you're gonna have the Ahn to restock anything but.. there should be a workshop two blocks west and a grocery store six blocks north if that helps-"
--on, likely to convey his request and get it through the glass.
It didn't take long before he turned the pages to the glass, pointing at it. Among a couple paragraphs of chaotic and utter scribble nonsense, the right bottom corner said "It's cold out here. Let me in." ]
[ Kit squinted at the mouthed words, huffing a sigh foggrd cloud over the glass.
He reached into his backpack, twisting embarrassingly as it was more of a stationary sling bag on his back. He pulled out a palm-sized notebook, with the pen stuck in its pages, which he wrote-
Simply floating in the vast, wide space, he would turn over joltingly, as if not to expect anyone.
He'd look over, and float closer to the window, with a weired out confused face.
He would talk, but it was intangelable.
It looked like he asked who the fuck you we're though.
@pawrtist [ The rain only sizzled off Kit's body, seemingly more harmed by him than him it. It proved a foul scent to his senses, but he was otherwise indifferent to the acid rain.
An alien, he seemed to most, when he was really just another speedster.
Kit stares back simply. ]