escapades. [o]

He looked at all the closed stores clutching the brown bag full of his newly bought beakers, test tubes, and several random bits of wiring. The white hair male stood under a lamp checking the poorly written shopping list, he believed everything on the list was all bought. Long day, he hated long days, go get this go get that. Now every was closed, he needed a drink, needed some coffee. Where was that coffee shop? He looked up from the list trying to remember the directions, was it right? Or left? Where did he park his car again? Small cranky grumble, at least the neon lights led the way toward business district, his car should be somewhere in one of those three feet garages.

Step by step he began his direction, the scents of the night filled the air. It was almost the mixture of urine, cigarette smoke, and other more questionable substances. What was it about the human senses focusing on these things without the blaring sunlight there to overwrite focus? He caught on figure leaning against the wall, black hair, had clear posture of somebody who rather didn't give a damn about it all. He gave the guy long hard look staring at choice of clothing, curious as to how that helped the fellow survive in society. Wondering if maybe this was some sort of new troublemaker, possible followed the belief... Oh what was it? Nihilism? Death of all meaning and terms of religious?

Calmly he walked up to the subject of dark ethnic values, holding the bag full of lab equipment spoke calmly. "Mind pointing me to the nearest open cafe?" He eyed the subject closely, closer up it held a strong presence. How would it react to being slightly burned? Electrocuted? Would be able to collapse faster than a non smoker under little air? Or would it survive longer due to lungs used to pressure? No, weaker it was weaker. Possible clean out heal? What of cybernetics, enhance what is broken?

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Another puff of smoke released to the air as the male attempted to make what silver hair can only guess was obvious factual observation. He tilted his head observing the smoke coming out forming various shapes as the forces of gravity and weight acted upon it. The very air of the smoke separating molecules soon spread out forgotten in the smelly city air, his lungs weren't exactly used to such disgusting substances, though they weren't exactly bothersome either. The dark abnormal subject grew slightly larger as he pushed himself off the wall trying to look, like a dominant ape on a prowl. Was the male threatened by his existence? Was his life that low valued? Would one notice his existence extinguished?

The black leather jacket wearer, yellow gleaming eyes pulled up a grin, were those teeth slightly darker than the average Utopian? The calcium seemed pretty shiny, what compound would increase deterioration faster? Should he attempted to create an alcoholic drink to increase hydroxyapatite degrading? It would certainly force subject to keep his mouth quiet, what did he even mean by open twenty-four seven? Was it his mouth, nostrils, eyes? The nostril did in fact stay open such a long period, though why brag about being normal? Unless he was a snoring buffoon, it was part of the monkey family to reach long periods of high frequencies.

He blinked as the male approached his face very closely toward white hair's chest shoulder, the person very very too close for comfort. Did the male wish to show dominance by approaching close as possible? Exactly 2 centimeters apart, breath carrying high amounts of potential lethal germs onto clothing. Chances of carrying deadly diseases, very very high. Subject blood worth studying? Extremely. The rough voice potentially scratched from the cigarettes, highly unhealthy for most inner tissues, spoke about the bag. The bag practically covered by the smaller of the two males, snatching it with ease. Fast movements and reflexes, abnormally fast. He clinched his fists were the bag was while the male peeked inside. He watched eyes narrowing almost taking a defensive position against this odd specimen.

The bag was shoved bag, he slightly had to position himself to catch it without falling over losing about two inches of height before regaining them back. "You own a business? With coffee?" his voice came up with distrust. Shortly after a small smile crossed his face, "Of course you do, a citizen such as yourself. Must have a safe quiet home with a nice coffee maker. Mind sharing? Don't think I could go much further without a little alkaloid trigonelline, cranium collapse."


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"What do I look like, a fucking Starbucks?" The other barked angrily back before releasing a large smoke into his face causing him to blink away the smoke slight disorientation from the dangerous gaseous mixture entering his lungs. "Get on and scram." the very words caused the science geek to tilt his head confusion written on it, was this a defensive maneuver of something he had done? Was the one in front of him actually afraid? No? He didn't quite understand. He stepped forward feeling a slight sense of power assuming the subject was afraid of him, that he had a step above than before. "Looks to me another pretentious pulchritudinous barista at some Starbucks, holding what seem to be a thick dark cup of coffee." He paused not sure where to go from here, he just felt a small heart race from the temporary feeling of power and dominance. The hand beneath the paper bag slightly clinched the bag tighter with sudden edge of uncertainty causing the bag to create a small noise.

This interact certainly wasn't going to get him any coffee, he stepped back eyes studying the yellow before turning. He aimed to do a simple walk off, his heart racing not grasping what had just happened. What was there to be learned there?

ooc: sorry.

EDITED: Hey if you can't think of anything at all, I say we just call this officially completed have Ienzo walk away. The two met, that's good enough.